Hey what makes you think anybody cares about your crap adventure in the movies? Yeah people want to hear your bitching about the most minor of problems – that makes for GREAT reading. Why don’t you get mad at this comment, take it out on your obviously huge pussy of a boyfriend, have him leave you, and then die alone because you failed to attract a new mate since you’re so fat and ugly that the only way you can attract anyone is through gravitational pull. If you’re fat and ugly like you are, it helps to have a nice personality, that way at least you’d have *SOMETHING* going for you. S.M.D. | 07.25.06 – 3:06 pm | #
dear smd you win for the best comment. i dont think anyone is interested in anything i have to say however since u asked perhaps roughly the 2000 or so people who come here daily care. ps i thought i banned you already. raymi | Homepage | 07.25.06 – 3:18 pm | #
dear people who sit behind us maybe 7 seats away – just because you aren’t directly behind us we can STILL BE AFFECTED BY YOUR UGLY DYKE STORM TROOPER BOOTS KICKING AND SLAMMING ON THE CHAIR BECAUSE ALL OF THE CHAIRS ARE CONNECTED IN THE ROW WE ARE SITTING IN SO YES GO AHEAD REST YER FEET UP BUT DON’T KICK AND SHUFFLE YOUR FEET EVERY 2 MINUTES.
so i finally go over to this girl who is sitting by herself and i feel kind of bad cos it’s a kevin smith movie and she’s alone and not the best looking swan in the lake and she immediately gets scared like i am going to stab her WHICH I COULD HAVE BLEEEARGH! and i say can you take your feet down it’s vibrating the entire row but i didn’t mean to say that i flubbed it cos i had about to reprimand a stranger adrenaline and of course fil was too scared to do it so i always end up being the scary mean witch.
so, for the rest of the movie she didn’t have her legs up and i felt bad about it but if i went over there again to be like HEY IT’S OK PUT YOUR FEET UP, i was paranoid she’d be all JUST LEAVE ME ALONE YOU’RE SCARING ME or something like what little children say when they see a monster and that would be too embarrassing to sit through.
i also wanted you guys to know that i am not really a fan of dessert anymore, sweets, anything not tasting like chips or cheese or meat or salt and that the cake at my wedding will be steaks, thousands of them on tiers to the ceiling with a blood fountain at the top and the little bride and groom figurines will be floating in it and me and my husband will smash greasy meat all over our chins and then have an acne-popping party for the midnite buffet.
ahha i just found acnesucks.net look how bummed this guy is:
i wish i had some markers and big sheets of drawing paper so i could draw hamburgers and me floating in space with hamburgers around me.
ps zero people win a postcard because your rage stories were long-winded. i wanted like a tiny paragraph, consisting of no more than three lines in length describing a situation where you are so mad you have a brain aneurysm.
for example i told a squeegee dude to FUCK OFF yesterday afternoon at front street on our way out of the city and he said WELL FUCK YOU and walked away. he just started washing the windshield and i got nervous he might fuck up fil’s ride and i was kinda hoping he would cos at the moment i was full-on seeing red and i got the rageahol butterflies in stomache feeling but i think he knew i was a crazzy biatch so he just went away.
LUCKY FOR HIM REEEAAAWRgh! i was looking forward to punching his facial piercings off though.
