So, I go out and buy a new pair of winter boots the other day. I'm breaking them in before it snows. Today, I'm getting gas and what do I notice when getting back in the car?...some inconsiderate jack-hole has thrown their gum on the ground and my foot is now stuck to the gas pedal, AND the sole of my new boot! My Mom always told me, if I can't find a piece of paper to wrap it in and throw it away, swallow it!
My pet peeve tonight are the extended family members who don't notify their
aunts and uncles by phone that their mother/father/sister/brother is
in the hospital/very ill/ a new parent/married/dead.
Not everyone is on Facebook!
1 Cousin died this week. I'm Facebook friends with his sisters(and we're pretty close, I thought) and there were NO phone calls made to the living Aunts and Uncles.
1 Aunt is critically ill, and she is everyone's favorite. We got Facebook notifications about it. My mother, HER SISTER, is NOT on Facebook.
Second pet peeve: Family members(extended) who have dropped off the face of the earth as far as family is concerned.
I know where these people are, but don't have their current last names, kid's names, etc., and their parents are elderly and ill. We used to notify each other through the parents about stuff, but now that they are ill, communication has broken down.
Hence pet peeve #1!
Pick up the phone people!
Sitting in a local Japanese-style joint, having a bit of lunch. Next to me is a table full of young girls; five total, as well as mom and dad.
In walks a pair of bottom-feeders, sporting Tap Out hoodies. One is also wearing a bone of some sort around his neck, attached by a chain. As they walk by, I notice that the hoodies have the huge TAP OUT logo on the front, and on the back... is: REPRESENT MOTHERF***ER.
I watched as mom and dad spotted the idiotic twosome's claim to fame. I truly wanted to walk over to both and tell them what a pair of pricks they were for even considering walking into a public place, with a table full of kids no less - wearing their fabu ghetto attire. I surmised that this would (per my track record) probably instigate a scene of epic drama, so I just sat there and wished that for the next five minutes, that I could be a TSTBA (Too Stupid To Be Alive) cop.
As I gathered my leftover grub, I eased over to the dad and told him that if I were the owner, the two twerps would be out the door, and that I was sorry that his girls had to bear witness to abject stupidity. Dad replied, "Amen brother", and shook his head.
People...
Good grief! Why do these young punks think it makes them "cool" to wear stuff like that? If I were the owner, those guys would have been out on their butts, too.
These must be the same punks my daughter sees at Walmart where she works. The same kind who cant seem to pull their pants up, who think their "gangsta" attitude actually impresses some people, the same cretins who need to be taught some manners.
I always love watching those jackals try to run. Either their pants fall down or they run so bow legged it is hilarious....idiots!!
Katie and her friends have a funny way of dealing with this; they will step on the back of the pants leg, which is dragging along the ground. Pantsed!!
(11-14-2011 09:22 PM)Scythe Matters Wrote: [ -> ]Katie and her friends have a funny way of dealing with this; they will step on the back of the pants leg, which is dragging along the ground. Pantsed!!
I love it!!! I would love to see those twits' faces when their pants are at their ankles!!
My wicked aunt.
My aunt lives next-door and is the greatest aunt of them all. But she feeds the entire woods and it's creatures with left overs. And my four year old shepherd cashes in very often.
Why must people feed wildlife people food? Do we hate them? Do we want them to grow up and be complete gross slobs like we are? Look at my squirrels, they are all morbidly massive. And our deer are the talk of the town. "oh there goes one of Charles deer, it can't even run it's so fat".
My aunt feeds the deer so much that we've had to lower all our fences so that they can jump over them. You think I'm kidding but I am not. We got sick of the rebuilding our fence lines. Our deer just blast them over rather than actually jump like a normal deer.
My aunt turned me into a freak growing up too. Here chuckie have a cookie. Thanks aunt Joan!
But that not my peeve, it's this. My Puppy had horrible flatulence all night long that would shake me out of a sound sleep!
My aunt Joan at times throws mass quantities of old potato chips outside for all our fatty friends. But more time than not, "the Maje" finds them and thinks he's found heaven.
The result is always like this. Major starts groaning and resting his head on my chest. I ask him what he got into and it's almost like he smiles at me. Then I get nailed with the foreboding cloud of wretched gas. I actually feel very violated by my aunt joans actions. Can't she just throw them away? But then again, who's the idiot that let's his dog run around:/
LMAO NBC!!!...I had a girlfriend once whose parents had a huge Basset Hound that could clear the house! They were always feeding him table scraps, no matter what, and the green fog that insued would make your eyes water!
My biggest Peeve, 'specially this time of year, is people who cut in line. I had an older gent do this last night while standing in line with a gallon of wine and 12 pack of beer, both bottles, that was getting a little heavy. He steps right in front of me with his six pack of cans and acted like I wasn't even there! I guess he needed a beer quicker than I did!