Rant along with me
- Thread starter Rowdy Rodney
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Ava darling,
It is so nice to see your words once again... I sure missed you! You can rant with me any time
RR
It is so nice to see your words once again... I sure missed you! You can rant with me any time
RR
Heres my rant for now(i have lots of rants):
WHAT THE HECK IS WITH PUBLIC WASHROOMS!?!?!?!
I mean come on, guys!! Is is SO BLOODY HARD to lift up the seat when you take a piss?! All you have to bleepin do is bend over and lift up a one, maybe two pound object about a foot. And if that's too bleeding difficult for you, then lift it up with your damn foot for all I care! Just for crying out loud, stop pissing on the damn seats!@!! Some of us need to take a dump when we're say taking transit, or going to the mall, or at the strip bar. Another little thing while you're in there....FLUSH!!!!!! For crying out loud its even easier than lifting the bleepin seat!! Btw, if you're one of those lazy bastards who uses the excuse of not wanting to get germs on your hands, then use your fricken foot again!! Who the hell raised you to just leave your crap in the bowl, your tp on the floor, and then piss all over the seat when you're done?! It's fricken disgusting, not to mention a disgrace to men everywhere. No wonder women think we are pigs!! Let's show a little more consideration for our fellow man and clean up after ourselve, PLEASE!!! (cuz then no one will have to get hurt).
Ok, I'm done now. Hey CC, hows that for a rant?
WHAT THE HECK IS WITH PUBLIC WASHROOMS!?!?!?!
I mean come on, guys!! Is is SO BLOODY HARD to lift up the seat when you take a piss?! All you have to bleepin do is bend over and lift up a one, maybe two pound object about a foot. And if that's too bleeding difficult for you, then lift it up with your damn foot for all I care! Just for crying out loud, stop pissing on the damn seats!@!! Some of us need to take a dump when we're say taking transit, or going to the mall, or at the strip bar. Another little thing while you're in there....FLUSH!!!!!! For crying out loud its even easier than lifting the bleepin seat!! Btw, if you're one of those lazy bastards who uses the excuse of not wanting to get germs on your hands, then use your fricken foot again!! Who the hell raised you to just leave your crap in the bowl, your tp on the floor, and then piss all over the seat when you're done?! It's fricken disgusting, not to mention a disgrace to men everywhere. No wonder women think we are pigs!! Let's show a little more consideration for our fellow man and clean up after ourselve, PLEASE!!! (cuz then no one will have to get hurt).
Ok, I'm done now. Hey CC, hows that for a rant?
OK, you want a rant? I'm getting so fucking sick and tired of people who use their fucking debit cards to buy everything! I mean, everything! Shit, I've seen people buy a pack of gum with a debit card! How fucking stupid is that - the transaction fee likely costs just as much as that pack of gum. Hell with that, what about the fucking time it takes these idiots to punch in their PIN and shit, when a twoonie could have concluded the sale in 1/4 of the time!
I've known all along that some retailers find these people annoying too, never mind the fact that they are charged a transaction fee as well anytime a customer uses it. Just today, I went to Burger King for lunch - 7 people were in front of me and just one poor fucker working the till. Well, guess what...each and every one of these fucksticks used their fucking debit cards to buy their Whoppers. This poor cashier let out an audible sigh of relief when I made my order and I presented him with a $10 note.
Even better was at a Second Cup this past weekend. Some fat cow is trying to pay for her double-chin latte with her debit card, and she kept punching it in wrong. Meanwhile, the lineup behind me started to snake out the door. Finally, after about 5 attempts, she gets it right. Listen lady, you are irrefutable proof that debit card usage should require an IQ test. If you're too fucking retarded to use a bank card, then please, stick with cash instead. I realize that using cash will require some basic and elementary mathematical skills that will likely overtax your feeble mind, but just give them those colorful pieces of paper with the numbers 5, 10 and 20 on them, and you are likely to get the correct change back. See, those nice clerks are doing the math for you already. Now waddle on the fuck outta my way, I need some fucking coffee!
I've known all along that some retailers find these people annoying too, never mind the fact that they are charged a transaction fee as well anytime a customer uses it. Just today, I went to Burger King for lunch - 7 people were in front of me and just one poor fucker working the till. Well, guess what...each and every one of these fucksticks used their fucking debit cards to buy their Whoppers. This poor cashier let out an audible sigh of relief when I made my order and I presented him with a $10 note.
Even better was at a Second Cup this past weekend. Some fat cow is trying to pay for her double-chin latte with her debit card, and she kept punching it in wrong. Meanwhile, the lineup behind me started to snake out the door. Finally, after about 5 attempts, she gets it right. Listen lady, you are irrefutable proof that debit card usage should require an IQ test. If you're too fucking retarded to use a bank card, then please, stick with cash instead. I realize that using cash will require some basic and elementary mathematical skills that will likely overtax your feeble mind, but just give them those colorful pieces of paper with the numbers 5, 10 and 20 on them, and you are likely to get the correct change back. See, those nice clerks are doing the math for you already. Now waddle on the fuck outta my way, I need some fucking coffee!
All day long I've been waiting to post a rant. Now I freekin forget what it was. Anybody mind if I rant about forgetting what I wanted to rant about?
Here's a small rant. People that don't listen. Had lunch at the Golden Arches today. Here's our conversation.
Me: Hi, I'll have a number 1, no cheese, no sauce, coke for the drink and make it supersized.
Burger Monkey: That's no cheese
Me: No cheese and no sauce
Monkey: Oh, not cheese, sauce
Me: No, no cheese, and no sauce with a coke for the drink.
Monkey: And what would you like to drink?
Me: Coke
Monkey: Coke?
Me: Coke!
Monkey: Is that everything
Me: Did you supersize it.
Monkey: No
We have an akward silence, then the monkey asks
Monkey: Did you want me to supersize that?
Me: Ok, good idea.
I get a number one WITH cheese and a freekin diet coke.
To quote Jackie Chan "Do you understand the words that are coming out from my mouth".
Shit Rodney, it didn't work, now I'm worked up again.
Oh yeah, no insult intended to any monkey.
Me: Hi, I'll have a number 1, no cheese, no sauce, coke for the drink and make it supersized.
Burger Monkey: That's no cheese
Me: No cheese and no sauce
Monkey: Oh, not cheese, sauce
Me: No, no cheese, and no sauce with a coke for the drink.
Monkey: And what would you like to drink?
Me: Coke
Monkey: Coke?
Me: Coke!
Monkey: Is that everything
Me: Did you supersize it.
Monkey: No
We have an akward silence, then the monkey asks
Monkey: Did you want me to supersize that?
Me: Ok, good idea.
I get a number one WITH cheese and a freekin diet coke.
To quote Jackie Chan "Do you understand the words that are coming out from my mouth".
Shit Rodney, it didn't work, now I'm worked up again.
Oh yeah, no insult intended to any monkey.
that’s a Tallia fox
rack rant! c’mon, who uses the rack word?
what’s wrong with hooters?
no, bazooms, why not bazooms?
Tallia's naturally large rack is succulent and bouncy. This vixen has a very sexy Spanish accent, and loves talking dirty. Being new to the business, you may find her a little shy, but don't let that stop you from enjoying this amazing natural rack! Imagine having some warm oil rubbed all over that rack, then having this fox slide up and down your body.
rack rant! c’mon, who uses the rack word?
what’s wrong with hooters?
no, bazooms, why not bazooms?
Tallia's naturally large rack is succulent and bouncy. This vixen has a very sexy Spanish accent, and loves talking dirty. Being new to the business, you may find her a little shy, but don't let that stop you from enjoying this amazing natural rack! Imagine having some warm oil rubbed all over that rack, then having this fox slide up and down your body.
People over 35 should be dead.
Here's why ...........
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill,only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!
Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them!
Congratulations!
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!!!
People under 30 are WIMPS !
rickoshadows
PS: My appologies to those who may have already read this in their e-mails
Here's why ...........
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill,only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!
Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them!
Congratulations!
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!!!
People under 30 are WIMPS !
rickoshadows
PS: My appologies to those who may have already read this in their e-mails
Rickoshadows....
people under 30 are wimps....
you had friendly fist fights and bought each other beers....
when we get in fist fights we have to look out for steel....
and if I won, I just got the honor of fighting twelve of his closest friends....
while you got jobs for a couple hours a week to earn some extra dough, we work 20-30 hours a week in high school....
you could get a job to support yourself with a highschool diploma, or even with dropping out, we need a bachelors to get anything better than flipping burgers.
while you were out playing with your friends, i had to plan my future and study for college.
My senior year i slept 2 hours a night.
When I start my career, I will already be somewhere between fifty and one hundred grand in debt, so when you were planning to buy a car and house, i'm still trying to pay for my job.
70% of college graduates do not get jobs in the field they trained for, most of which end up in minimum wage paying jobs trying to handle student loans the size of morgage payments.
When you got laid, IF you wore a condom, it was to prevent getting her pregnant, because of which we all now have to worry about a whole host of STD's
We pay higher taxes, get less social services, and have to contribute to a CPP program that will be bankrupt by the time we are old enough to contribute because there are too many of you and not enought of us.
Your biggest worry in elementary was getting to the next grade and playing after school, we have to worry about heroine pushers.
Dont talk to me about being wimps, because all you listed YOU forced upon us.
people under 30 are wimps....
you had friendly fist fights and bought each other beers....
when we get in fist fights we have to look out for steel....
and if I won, I just got the honor of fighting twelve of his closest friends....
while you got jobs for a couple hours a week to earn some extra dough, we work 20-30 hours a week in high school....
you could get a job to support yourself with a highschool diploma, or even with dropping out, we need a bachelors to get anything better than flipping burgers.
while you were out playing with your friends, i had to plan my future and study for college.
My senior year i slept 2 hours a night.
When I start my career, I will already be somewhere between fifty and one hundred grand in debt, so when you were planning to buy a car and house, i'm still trying to pay for my job.
70% of college graduates do not get jobs in the field they trained for, most of which end up in minimum wage paying jobs trying to handle student loans the size of morgage payments.
When you got laid, IF you wore a condom, it was to prevent getting her pregnant, because of which we all now have to worry about a whole host of STD's
We pay higher taxes, get less social services, and have to contribute to a CPP program that will be bankrupt by the time we are old enough to contribute because there are too many of you and not enought of us.
Your biggest worry in elementary was getting to the next grade and playing after school, we have to worry about heroine pushers.
Dont talk to me about being wimps, because all you listed YOU forced upon us.
Olympic coverage. Show the events!!!
They spend so much time interviewing the athletes and ask them such stupid irritating questions. Pure drivel! But when it comes to showing the actual athletic performance of the best athletes in the world… well forget that. There just not enough time for such boring stuff. They just cut out more than half of the woman’s 5K. They cut away after a couple laps with everyone in a pack. Come back with 3 ladies with a good lead. WTF happened?!? Who cares about an incredible run. I guess I should be thankful they showed it at all considering the “stars” didn’t even win.
Now I’m watching an artistic collage of something or other vaguely having something to do with the stars Thorp and Phelps. I can see it coming. It’s going to get worse and worse as we approach the final days. We’re going to see more and more replays of the dramatic scenes and less of the actual events. The media won’t be able to resist showing off there artistic creativity. It’s as if they put poets in charge of broadcasting and reporting hockey games. “Well, there’s 5 minutes left; the score is tied. They haven’t scored for a while, and I don’t think anything interesting is going to happen anymore, so let me show you my short film displaying the art of wrapping hockey sticks as my tribute to these rugged virile men.” Sh*t.
BTW, the next time an interviewer asks some gawd awful stupid question, I’d love the see the athlete just slap him silly.
They spend so much time interviewing the athletes and ask them such stupid irritating questions. Pure drivel! But when it comes to showing the actual athletic performance of the best athletes in the world… well forget that. There just not enough time for such boring stuff. They just cut out more than half of the woman’s 5K. They cut away after a couple laps with everyone in a pack. Come back with 3 ladies with a good lead. WTF happened?!? Who cares about an incredible run. I guess I should be thankful they showed it at all considering the “stars” didn’t even win.
Now I’m watching an artistic collage of something or other vaguely having something to do with the stars Thorp and Phelps. I can see it coming. It’s going to get worse and worse as we approach the final days. We’re going to see more and more replays of the dramatic scenes and less of the actual events. The media won’t be able to resist showing off there artistic creativity. It’s as if they put poets in charge of broadcasting and reporting hockey games. “Well, there’s 5 minutes left; the score is tied. They haven’t scored for a while, and I don’t think anything interesting is going to happen anymore, so let me show you my short film displaying the art of wrapping hockey sticks as my tribute to these rugged virile men.” Sh*t.
BTW, the next time an interviewer asks some gawd awful stupid question, I’d love the see the athlete just slap him silly.
Holy smack!! I just got back from DT and ate 2 Big Macs Fries and my Coke.
My rant is that I had to bail on Zowie which I gave another chance. Everyone deserves two chances at what ever they do. Her second chance was to prove that she didn't fukk around and got down to biz. Well she didn't, this spot wasn't good enough, then that spot wasn't good enough. I'm like for shit sakes we just passed 1/2 a dozen spots that were good enough, we're noy gona be and hour for crying out loud. And she had to stop every other crack head for a lighter, which no one had.
Finally we found a spot and started, went at it for not even a minute and some car cruised to close, she got all paranoid and wanted to look for a new spot again. Finally got sick and tired of her bull-sh*t stalling anf fukking about. Told her to go "F" herself and that she's a waste of time. She's like "no I'm not"
I'm thinking trust me babe I know a fukkin WOT when I see one. No more chances for Zowie.
My rant is that I had to bail on Zowie which I gave another chance. Everyone deserves two chances at what ever they do. Her second chance was to prove that she didn't fukk around and got down to biz. Well she didn't, this spot wasn't good enough, then that spot wasn't good enough. I'm like for shit sakes we just passed 1/2 a dozen spots that were good enough, we're noy gona be and hour for crying out loud. And she had to stop every other crack head for a lighter, which no one had.
Finally we found a spot and started, went at it for not even a minute and some car cruised to close, she got all paranoid and wanted to look for a new spot again. Finally got sick and tired of her bull-sh*t stalling anf fukking about. Told her to go "F" herself and that she's a waste of time. She's like "no I'm not"
I'm thinking trust me babe I know a fukkin WOT when I see one. No more chances for Zowie.
