Things you have an irrational hatred of

[lennytheweedwhacker]

How is the babysitter these days?

Annoying. She moved two towns over and stops by too often.

Fat yet?

She did pump out a kid. But nothing terrible.

Sweet

[doug rr]

How is the babysitter these days?

Annoying. She moved two towns over and stops by too often.

Fat yet?

She did pump out a kid. But nothing terrible.

yours?

[Chris_H_2]

How is the babysitter these days?

Annoying. She moved two towns over and stops by too often.

Fat yet?

She did pump out a kid. But nothing terrible.

yours?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

I can get behind this

[Monkey_Driven]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

Yeah, but what if they look super cool?

[bodysnatcher]

What about hand signals?

[doug rr]

when is the last time you rolled down your car window?

[bodysnatcher]

when is the last time you rolled down your car window?

About an hour ago

[Bammer]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

Yeah, but what if they look super cool?

Not possible.

The vasectomy drugs haven’t worn off yet, I see.

[bodysnatcher]

if it wasn't for 25 years of credit history, i'd close my Capital One credit card immediately bc of those Jennifer Garner commercials.

[B]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

I need an example.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

People that use a moving sidewalk, when it’s not moving.

[Peeps]

if it wasn't for 25 years of credit history, i'd close my Capital One credit card immediately bc of those Jennifer Garner commercials.

there are a lot of products i cannot get behind strictly because of their commericials

[knee tunes]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

I need an example.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Holy mother of Christ these leisure travelers are out of control.

[Rangi Guy]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

I just don't use the blinker at all - why the hell should I let the rando behind me know where I'm going? None of thier business

[B]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

I need an example.

I don't get it.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Vehicular turn signals that are anything other than the standard issue blinker can go straight to hell

I just don't use the blinker at all - why the hell should I let the rando behind me know where I'm going? None of thier business

When i come down there we’re gonna fight