Things you have an irrational hatred of

[Peeps]

That makes sense.

What percentage of Cybertruck drivers are back-parkers? I’d say it’s pretty highs.

what if it is your own driveway?

[spike]

it's totally a rational hatred, because it's much trickier and thus time consumimg to back into a narrow space between two other cars than it is to back out of a space into the wider area that is the parking lot lane. it makes no sense; it's just people everywhere wasting everyone else's time, and it compounds and compounds.

[bodysnatcher]

Like 85% of the city I live in does the back in parking -- no matter when or where -- and I'm on the edge of absolutely losing it

[bodysnatcher]

Guys, no lie, I just saw someone taking the time and effort to back into a parking spot at Target, and there were at least 5 empty spots on either side, in both neighboring aisles. Why not just pull through! Amoeba brained twat.

[spike]

it's almost like a weird flex now.

[Ello Sailor]

I get it if you plan on taking your sweet ass time shopping, you arrived when it was quiet and you know it will be a madhouse when it comes time to leave. But maybe I'm giving these people too much credit.

[bodysnatcher]

I get it if you plan on taking your sweet ass time shopping, you arrived when it was quiet and you know it will be a madhouse when it comes time to leave. But maybe I'm giving these people too much credit.

Yeah this was like 8pm

[Sloppy Dupree]

I’m glad the consensus here is generally anti-back parking.

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Connections can fuck off today

It was so dumb. I'm very pissed about it right now.

[spike]

Connections can fuck off today

It was so dumb. I'm very pissed about it right now.

Preach.

[bodysnatcher]

Yeah that was top 3 worst ones ever

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Making connections

[Dev]

Backing into parking spots IS fucking stupid.

I remember someone pissing me off doing just that yesterday.

I wonder what personality trait makes you do this.

Or even worse why do the dumb people that do this say they do this.

[spike]

they have rear camera fetishes

but they're missing out

the real splooge moment is that wide angle view when you're backing out

[epilogue]

Connections can fuck off today

It was so dumb. I'm very pissed about it right now.

I'll tell you why I'm mad about it...

My stats.

I had 13 unsolved puzzles. I was also on a 75 game streak. I thought the streak was days played not days in a row and/or "games won." So, I thought, 2 birds with 1 stone... I won't really try very hard and if I use all my allotted mistakes, great! Then I'll have 14 unsolved puzzles, which is a better number than 13. AND I'll continue my days played streak!

Fucking NOPE! Streak over. Fuck all that noise. I was so goddamn pissed about it...

I'm over it now.

[bodysnatcher]

Write the editor

[Rangi Guy]

My wife bought one of those auto-dispense air freshner things for our ensuite. Someone keeps turning it so it's facing straight ahead, and I swear.......every time I go in there to take a piss that damn thing shoots me - center mass

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

got a pair of basic polarized sunglasses at REI today and they came with a goddamned user guide

I mean, Americans aren't the brightest bunch