I hate

sucks when you're going through a nasty break up, and talk to that person after the water has settled, and you find that you're both actually quite pleasant....so what the hell happened?

+M
oh if only rational thought and love walked the same path!

^^Ohhh but what fun would that be?

probably a lot.

the moron that started this
http://www.cuntscorner.com/cunt_view.php?cunt_id=3827
feel free to comment

sucks when you're going through a nasty break up, and talk to that person after the water has settled, and you find that you're both actually quite pleasant....so what the hell happened?

+1

I feel there's a need to collectively take stock, ask ourselves 'What the hell has my bike made me?' Maybe i'm wrong,but, hey, let me take you back to way-back-then-and-some, to when i was a young buck, 33, and working day shifts for a local upscale mid-town media dream factory, single, living in a cheap flat share, reading Bukowski, Fante, anything i could lay my hands on in Waterstones, and there i was one hazy afternoon in summer 07 leaving a bakers on kingsland road, with a handful of carrot cake, when a guy came in wheelin' a tatty racing bike. i was thrilled, aroused even, by this minimalist, chopped back machine, so edgy and bold. As my mouth opened to speak, crumbs tumbled from my lips, interupting my hasty questions. i was young, eager to learn fixed ways. he told me where i could get one done, a conversion, back street, no questions asked. it was edgy. too raw. i was suss. i went to evans. got a bianchi pista, rode it. it got stole. i bought FGL. it was solid, i wanted flair, got njs. got another. Realised i was old. old, man. bikes had kiled me. i hadn't ridden them, the cocksuckers had ridden me. You dig?

You know those guys who wear a black beret turtle-neck and shades while playing the bongos in an underground coffee bar crossed legged on the floor where the audience applaude by clicking their fingers, that sounds like one of those monologues they would recite over the terrible playing of the bongos .
Smooooth.

I hate people who ruin a perfect salad with rice

I hate people pretending something utter crap is actually brilliant

I hate people wasting my time

I hate buses

I hate crappy clichés

I hate waiting for me food

I hate restaurants

I hate thin chips and watery mayo

I hate people who buy expensive/best equipment and dont have a fecking clue how to use it

I hate anything on a 50cc engine

I hate people pretending to talk about things they dont fecking understand

I hate people who hate on me

I hate mornings

I hate being woken up

I hate occasional social smokers

I hate dirty toilets that you get charged for

I hate people pretending global warming exists

I hate water getting stuck in my ear

I hate anything moist

I hate people trying to rip me off

I hate people who cant laugh at themselves

I hate people chasing someone elses ideal and not being original

... apart from that im actually a lovely person :)

"I hate people pretending global warming exists"

What, like most scientists not currently on a petrochem's payroll?

"I hate people pretending global warming exists"

What, like most scientists not currently on a petrochem's payroll?

They can't be pretending then...

I'm tired now.. I meant that global warming does exist according to lots of reputable scientists.

Thanks and goodnight.

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I'm tired now.. I meant that global warming does exist according to lots of reputable scientists.

Thanks and goodnight.

I was basically agreeing with you - so rather than pretending global warming exists, they're actually... oh forget it...

Yeah.. it's late.. leave this wretched place.. I will if you will ;)

I hate people pretending global warming exists

I hate people who cant laugh at themselves

Good job you can then...

well if you cant laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?

I hate people who ruin a perfect salad with rice

I hate people pretending to talk about things they dont fecking understand

I hate people pretending global warming exists

Climatology / weather science, possibly the most complicated unpredictable field of science. Hard to say anything for certain, average joe saying the latter statement is a lot like being the subject of the former.

I personally hate it when people make a huge fuss and have to declare to everyone that they are a vegan/gay/freegan/scientologist/jehovas witness/athiest and proud, demanding recognition of whatever they are when clearly no one cares.

I personally hate it when people make a huge fuss and have to declare to everyone that they are a vegan/gay/freegan/scientologist/jehovas witness/athiest and proud, demanding recognition of whatever they are when clearly no one cares.

I get the feeling there's a story on its way...

I personally hate it when people make a huge fuss and have to declare to everyone that they are a vegan/gay/freegan/scientologist/jehovas witness/athiest and proud, demanding recognition of whatever they are when clearly no one cares.
i dont think they make a big fuss but it does hurt your ears a bit when instead of "how ya doin?" from your mate you hear "you feeling fabolous silly buns?" and inestead of "thanks for cooking a dinner tonight honey" you hear "i dont eat meat or anything that came from something with a pulse"

I dont have any problem with people who have particular lifestyles/beliefs. I find them interesting and respect them.

But its when its very very clear they are a whiney teenager inside just seeking attention.

i dont think they make a big fuss but it does hurt your ears a bit when instead of "how ya doin?" from your mate you hear "you feeling fabolous silly buns?" and inestead of "thanks for cooking a dinner tonight honey" you hear "i dont eat meat or anything that came from something with a pulse"

Vegans eat pulses. Fucking murderers.

...people on flickr doing shitty "i-just-got-a-digital-camera-i-think-i'll-take-a-photo-everyday-for-a-year!-that'd-be-frickken'-awesome!-no-one-else-has-every-done-such-an-epic-and-awesome-thing!"

blah blah blah. fucken quit it.

Happy bokeh day Matt!

...people on flickr doing shitty "i-just-got-a-digital-camera-i-think-i'll-take-a-photo-everyday-for-a-year!-that'd-be-frickken'-awesome!-no-one-else-has-every-done-such-an-epic-and-awesome-thing!"

blah blah blah. fucken quit it.

I hate flickr at the moment. Its all just over-saturated and vignetted photos of babies, and food, accompanied by horrendous poetry. Every comment is 'great shot' or 'wow great capture here's a fucking award for doing nothing'.

You know those guys who wear a black beret turtle-neck and shades while playing the bongos in an underground coffee bar crossed legged on the floor where the audience applaude by clicking their fingers, that sounds like one of those monologues they would recite over the terrible playing of the bongos .
Smooooth.

arf. verr good. clicks