Pet Peeves

September 8, 2008 at 5:29 pm (Uncategorized)

 

Hi, I know it’s been a really long time since my last post, but sometimes there are things that even I don’t want to admit out loud, let alone post in a blog.  I’m not apologizing, it’s my blog and I don’t have play nice if I don’t want to.  So here’s a list of my pet peeves, and I’m sure to add to them as time goes on.

 

  1. Don’t fucking lie to me.  Tell me the truth.  I have a lot more respect for you if you’re brave enough to fucking tell me the truth, than I will be if you fucking lie.  See I get these gut instincts that normally tell me a lot more than most realize, and I know you’re fucking lying anyway and that just pisses me off more.  Omitting the truth, is the same as lying…fucker.
  2. If you’re going to do it, do it the right way the first time or don’t do it at all. I hate coming up behind people and cleaning up your fucking mess. 
  3. No one is right all of the time, not even you.  So fuck off.
  4. Don’t be a selfish asshole.  Not everything revolves around you, get over it.  Other people’s emotions are just as fucking important as yours.
  5. Just because you have a cute ass in comparison to the 10 year old boy’s body you’re sporting, doesn’t mean you’re smarter, prettier or worth more than I or any of my bigger sisters. Don’t forget bitch, you’re break in half-able.
  6. Don’t you fucking dare cop attitude with me and then be offended when I give it back. If you can’t take it, don’t dish it out.
  7. Don’t bitch about the shit in your life to me, if you’re not willing to change it.  Because I get tired of hearing the same shit, over and over again.
  8. Grow a set.  Stop being a pandering pussy.
  9. Stand by your words, but remember that there’s a chance you may be proven wrong and you may want to change your mind later.  The response by others will be far more amiable if you don’t treat them like a bunch of stupid mother fuckers and then have to apologize later for flapping your jaws like a god damn wind tunnel.
  10. No, stupid, you can’t be my fucking friend. You’re a liar, a user, a fucking head case and your stupid cunt wife, that you see fit to stay married to, called fucking CPS on me. ON ME! I don’t want to be nice to you. You’re an ass hat. I can’t believe you fucking married that ugly, slope browed, redneck, trailer trash, can’t put a fucking sentence together to save her fucking life, skeezey ass cunt…over me.  Yes it’s been over 5 years and NO I don’t fucking forgive you for your bullshit.  Yes, I’m still fucking angry.  You tell me when $156 a month raises a child and I’ll fucking show you that I’m really a size fucking six and I’ve been wearing a fat suit all these fucking years. You fucking retard.  Your fucking best isn’t fucking good enough, and it’s a fucking damn ass shame that you didn’t blow the back of your fucking head off.  At least then, Jacksyn would receive survivor benefits instead of waiting for your lame ass to get fired from your fucking minimum wage bullshit job.  And you made ugly fucking babies with her. Ugly my friend. Your daughters are horrifying to look at. I can only imagine they’ll have their mother’s retard intuition and capability to only spread their thighs and pray to get pregnant by a loser that reminds them of their fucking Daddy.
  11.  Don’t be egotistical enough to ask me if any of this pertains to you, most likely it doesn’t but there’s a good fucking chance it does too and I really don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s my blog, I’ll bitch if I want to.

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