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I'm sure they were just trying to find Jesus' "buttons".
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
It was on his side the whole time. They stabbed the shit out of it.
SAVAGES This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
A few people can back me up on this one.
It's more of a theory a couple friends and I came up with this year. The theory is : People have one job to do, and they can't do it. Do you ever notice this? It seems to happen an awful lot. And this doesn't just press my buttons, it places a 30 ton brick on my buttons. For example, at my high school, the counsellors are lazy ass pieces of shit. This may be extremely arrogant, but in a nutshell, their job is to make sure that they support the decisions of us students, and make sure we don't screw up our lives. Sadly, they fail miserably at this job. My friend (Free.User) was told by a cousellor at our school that a computer course he wanted to take was a required science needed for graduation. Satisfied, he took it, and didn't bother taking other sciences, because they had no relevance to the field of study he chose in post secondary. Halfway through the following year, they told him that it wasn't a science after all, and unless he took a different science such as physics, chemistry etc. he wouldn't graduate from grade 12. Being a busy guy, he had no room in his timetable, so he had to take a physics course through a distant education program and will work through part of his summer completing this course. This same counsellor screwed a few other people over, including me. He told another student, who had a 87 average, that he shouldn't bother applying for bursaries and scholarships because he didn't have the grades. What the fuck. He has an "A" average, and you're not supporting him at all? In fact, you're just telling him to give up! What an asshat. And finally, he told me to not take calculus in college because his son failed it, which automatically means I will too. Maybe your son is just a fucking retard? Ever thought of that? He even tried to force me to take courses I didn't want to, just because no one was taking them. I think it's time to stop my bitching, so I'll wrap it up. People can't do the only job their supposed to do. This counsellor failed at every aspect of counselling and many students had to pay the price for his incompetence. That's what pushes my buttons. Most amazing jew boots |
I hate it when folks make fun of mentally ill people and everyone who knows me knows never to do in my presence. It's one of those things that make can me go from zero to rip-your-throat-out pissed off in less than a second.
Another button I hate to have pressed is the one having to do with my illness. My joints hurt all day every day without fail. Some days are bad, some days are okay. Normal activities often irritate them, but I hardly ever complain and I go about my daily activities as normally as I possibly can. When I do have to back down from doing something, like washing dishes because my wrist hurts like a bitch or slowing down my jog because my knees feel like they're filled with liquid fire, and someone says that I'm using my problem as an excuse, I become livid. I also despise being talked to as if I were a kid. I am young but I am not a child and I appreciate not being treated like one. I was speaking idiomatically. |
Oh, like you've never laughed at a retarded person joke.
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
I mean come on! They're all like, "DUR DUR DURRR," it's hilarious!
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Fiddlegoof, why don't you forward that post to your principal.
...instead of bitching about it online. What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
I hate dealing with smug people, and I really hate it when you're arguing with someone and they call you "Sweetie" or "Honey". One of my roommates did that when we were arguing and I wanted to punch her. She also had a smug look on her face 24/7, so that didn't help.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Holy Chocobo |
I really don't know what pushes my buttons. I don't get violently angry at much; I know that. Maybe being attacked personally, usually through verbal means. Maybe being told I'm wrong when either I know I'm not or the item is open to interpretation (which it why I late reading comprehension). Maybe being in a situation where I'm trying to get something done and one or more people stop me from doing it. Maybe it's a combination of all of those things. But it's been a while since I've gotten that mad over something, and therefore can't say with any certainty.
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
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Oh geez. Don't get me started about the "guy that was talking on his cell phone during a movie." Was at a theater in florida when this woman of african heritage got a ring, picked it up, then her 80 children started to talk.
ugh. The whole theater was like "SHUT UP OR TAKE IT OUTSIDE" I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
One thing I hate is people who act like they are better then you no matter what you're talking about. Like just because I'm young that means I have no clue what the fuck I'm talking about, or the 'older people' that think I don't have a right to except the same common courtesy as every other human. I was speaking idiomatically. |
I get annoyed by the fact that winnipeg doesn't help out pedestrians at all. I don't drive, so I either bike, or walk places. You wouldn't believe how many streets in winnipeg don't have sidewalks. And therefore I have to bike or walk on the street, and then I get cars honking at me because they have to go around me. HELLOOOOO!!!! I have a right to travel here too. How about you get the government to build me a sidewalk here! Yah, it really annoys me.
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
That doesn't always do much good. Supposedly, here in Vegas (or so I've heard because I haven't confirmed this officially), it is against the law to ride your bike on the sidewalk.
And that's what people will do, they ride in the damned street despite there being a sidewalk, even though I doubt any officer would actually enforce such a stupid law. FELIPE NO |
Actually, I'm crap with spelling and writing. I hate when people clap and shout in movie theaters during the movie. Like when I went to see Dreamgirls I kept hearing, "Sing it girl. Woo hoo!" and stuff like that. I don't mind laughing at theaters, but yelling out like the actors can hear you? It's just real stupid. This doesn't happen anymore, but during high school and younger grades people would pronounce my name(Jorge) with an emphasis on the WHORE part. "What's your name?" "Jorge." "WHORE hey?" "..." I don't let many things get to me. I try not to. VOID OF EMOTION HERE. What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Jam it back in, in the dark. It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Bonus points for driver's side bumps that set off the airbags. There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Silence. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
So really, what he means is: If you want to not have to experience the irritation it's best to avoid it altogether. I was speaking idiomatically. |
Darn I'm slow! Spoiler:
That's it. I'll only go to the movie theater for comedy movies. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
I hear White Girls: The Sequel is gonna and on opening day @ your nearest Oakland movie screener. FELIPE NO |
No, what you do is go to a splatter horror flick with white people on opening night. That ramps up enjoyment level as communal experience immensely.
I think that's part of why I honestly really enjoyed the original Resident Evil. With a smaller audience, I might not have liked it as much. Most amazing jew boots It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Ladies, please let's not start an argument over this now. If you must keep this up at least take this sexy conversation to PMs.
How ya doing, buddy? |