Irrational Hatred
People who say "less" when they mean "fewer" ought to be turned into soup, the soup fed to baboons and the baboons fired into an active volcano. What has you grinding your teeth with rage, and why?
Suggested by Smash Monkey
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 14:36)
People who say "less" when they mean "fewer" ought to be turned into soup, the soup fed to baboons and the baboons fired into an active volcano. What has you grinding your teeth with rage, and why?
Suggested by Smash Monkey
( , Thu 31 Mar 2011, 14:36)
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Moths.
Furry butterflies? Fuck off, they're minions of Satan himself.
My fear/hatred stems from the fact that, in the autumn, the toilet at my parents' house would be invaded by these little fucknuts, and they'd always choose to dive bomb you in the middle of a particularly long childhood shit.
Now I can't even see one without going back to that time, having a perfectly good shit ruined by these little cunts and my spastic uncoordinated attempts to get them to leave me alone.
Think I'm daft? Well you weren't there, man! You weren't there!
( , Mon 4 Apr 2011, 10:35, 2 replies)
Furry butterflies? Fuck off, they're minions of Satan himself.
My fear/hatred stems from the fact that, in the autumn, the toilet at my parents' house would be invaded by these little fucknuts, and they'd always choose to dive bomb you in the middle of a particularly long childhood shit.
Now I can't even see one without going back to that time, having a perfectly good shit ruined by these little cunts and my spastic uncoordinated attempts to get them to leave me alone.
Think I'm daft? Well you weren't there, man! You weren't there!
( , Mon 4 Apr 2011, 10:35, 2 replies)
they are grim
with their moth dust.
that dust will turn you into a moth you know
( , Mon 4 Apr 2011, 12:15, closed)
with their moth dust.
that dust will turn you into a moth you know
( , Mon 4 Apr 2011, 12:15, closed)
I feel your pain. When I was younger a moth flew into my ear and had to be removed at the hospital. The sound of the moth flapping its wings against my ear drum, was like the coming apocalypse. Now when I see them I am reduced to a quivering wreck.
Fuck moths.
( , Mon 4 Apr 2011, 13:46, closed)
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