Blabber mouths, ingrates and pig-pens
Blabber mouths = A person who thrives on the exploitation of an other's privacy for vindictive gain. This could also be a person who asks relentless questions and has to '' know it all". Making you the topic of conversation to anyone that will listen. High school was years ago, and some are 40 going 5.
Ingrates = The person you spend a lot of time bending over backwards for, and they constantly ask for more. I had a rather unfortunate run with one for the last 4 years. I was finally able to shake her off. I am good to all of my friends, but when my generosity is taken advantage of and then expected, I get furious. Good riddance.
Pig-Pens = I am talking about a person who is so dirty, you are afraid to go in their house. I have said many times that I am a germ freak, for good reason. I find myself checking the base of the toilet wherever I go to make sure that it's clean. I used to clean people's houses, but now I am totally disgusted and avoid going to someones house ( even my close friend's) because I am overwhelmed by the mess.
LonelyGhost said:
by the time kids learn to talk (and i mean real words and sentences)
they should also be taught to shut the fuck up!
its one thing if the kid is a drooler in diapers and starts screaming,
but if the kid is just being a brat, they should be smacked until they
realize that their behaviour is not going to get them anything but
smacked.
i'm not talking a spanking or worse, but one smack on the ass
everytime that screetching starts and it will be gone in no time.
gravitas said:
Can someone please explain to me why in the holy fuck grocery stores have miniature shopping carts? Not only to I have to deal with some two legged turnip who can't fucking decide whether (s)he should take the thousand island or valley ranch I also have do navigate my shopping cart around their erratic little bastards. Not to generalize, and maybe its because I live in the burbs, but every time I hit co-op its the same generic 50lb over weight sow wearing stirrup pants sucking on a extra large triple triple meandering through the store yammering on her cell while junior is playing crash'em derby with a mini cart. Is it so fucking difficult to have even a modicum of control over you children these day?
damn I'm glad I'll never have kids
You and me both, glad I have a well-trained dog.
Children in good restaurants, airplanes etc...
I hate kids.
It is not my fault someone has ruined their life by having a rotten bastard, why do I have to live with it? You made the choice of having them, so you are doomed to arcades and Mc Dicks forever and the cost of a sitter.
If kids are not trained to be respectful and well-mannered in a social place, they shouldn't be out at all. I embarrassed my father only once. I was spanked in public and dragged out of the store. ( As I should have been )
I never did that again.
Another for me is the people that walk their dogs sans leash. My dog is an Alpha-animal hater-male. I took him out during the day (my mistake) and this fucking goof had his puppy off leash as it toddled over to my growling, spitting hair-raised dog. Normally, I would just let him have at it.
This was a puppy. I couldn't.
I tackled my dog in mid air and got him to the ground. Still spitting, growling etc...
I muttered through my headphones, "Get your fucking dog! He is supposed to be on a leash." The guy couldn't even scoop up his mutt.
Now, when I see a stray, I let him go.
SD