But you're still a fucking coward. Eat your own dick, I got your momma to eat mine. Go back to school and learn how to sign your name. Happy late Thanksgiving, cocksmoker.

You guys are useless.

Well, really, it's probably me. I hate you, me.

A. S. K.

aaa-ssss-kkk.

Not aks.

After the pleasantries, all the bullshit, all the back biting, and the drama. After all that. I found it. I didn't need you'll.

It is nice to be recognized for what I am. Fuck you all.

I hate it when people abandon perfectly good websites for letting shit rip!

C'Mon people! Not everyone can be happy, so let us know!

I know you were too busy in third grade picking your nose and doodling crude stick-figure breasts on your PeeChee to have paid attention to the basics of your own goddamned language, and you're probably too busy masturbating to World of Warcraft porn to pay attention now, but what the fuck, I'll give it a shot anyway.

The right time to use "to" - I am going to kill you.
The right time to use "too" - You are too stupid to function.
The right time to use "two" - You have two seconds to live.

The right time to use "there" - There is a gun over there.
The right time to use "their" - I'm going to shoot them in their faces.
The right time to use "they're" - They're going to get what's coming to them.

The right time to use "your" - Your stupidity had earned you a spot against the wall.
The right time to use "you're" - Don't worry, you're not going to feel a thing.

The right time to use "than" - You have less brain cells than a miniature squid.
The right time to use "then" - If your mother dropped you on the head several times when you were a baby, then that would explain it.

For fuck's sake, it's not rocket science. The worst part? I see journalists get this shit wrong all the time, too. It makes me want to gouge out their eyes with a rusty fork, then chop off all their fingers and shove them in the empty eye sockets so they can never inflict their horrible writing on the world again.

That's not a typo above, it's boy-fiend, because that's what the worthless little turd is. It amazes me that she has chosen to involve herself with such a worthless, lame-ass oozing pile of sub-human sewage. I had such high hopes that his last visit to county jail would be lenghty - but alas he sold out his 'friends', actually a better translation would be 'customers' for a walk - again. Gotta love law enforcement - they protect and serve, so I'm told, but all I've ever seen them do is suck and swallow, considering how many times this pathetic sack of shit has been arrested and released. In all fairness it's not all on him since my daughter is stupid enough to continue to support him in spite of the fact that he is an emotional terrorist and the biggest wuss-puss to walk the earth in generations - most men don't scream like a 2 year old girl at the sight of a spider less than a centimeter in size. This is a caricature of a human male with no redemptive qualities, he's a weasly, lying, thieving, worthless junkie and I hope his pathetic existence doesn't by extension end hers.

my i-pod was in between songs when i heard it said. "no way, his father was a Muslim" for fucks sake people. even if Obama was raised as a Muslim (which is a lie) implying he should not be president because of that is outright racist! i want every moron out there who has uttered something to this effect to look in the mirror right now and admit they are racist. shit heads

Once again, some airhead bicyclist breezed across an intersection right in front of my car this evening. I'm not trying to say that I have more of a right to be there since I am in a car, but I do have a right to be going through that intersection BECAUSE THE FUCKING LIGHT IS GREEN.

Why do you all have a death wish? Why should I bother braking?

you're such an asshole

To the spider that bit my foot in three different places while I slept last Wednesday:

Fuck you, spider. Your days are numbered, you little bastard. 5 days of incessant itching in three different spots on my foot, waking me up in the middle of the night… you are going to fucking die, you son of a bitch.

When I find you, I will locate the heaviest, beefiest book in the house, and I will hover it over you just long enough for you to register the shadow of it, the sword of Damocles hanging over your tiny spider head. And just as the words "Oh shit" or their arthropod equivalent flash through the infinitesimal bundle of neurones you call a brain, the book, your fate, will descend upon you with righteous force, shattering your limbs to the four winds.

I will take what's left of you and mount it in a Lucite frame. I will hang it over my bed as a warning to others of your ilk: fuck with my feet, and this shall be your doom.

FUCK YOU, FOOT SPIDER!

I hate liberals like you that give liberalism a bad name. Try sitting down and doing a little fucking research before spouting your mouth like the assholes we make fun of now, and the people who earned the name 'idiot hippie' in the 60's.

Life isn't a utopia, and life will never be a utopia, because humanity refuses to see it that way. Realize that at some point, some changes will be made and the world can be come a better place, but it isn't going to be rainbow flowers and sugary candy until we all hold hands and sing.

Moron.

Some people regard this nitwit as a "hero" because he testified before congress with "bad news". Where was he in 2006 when he was appointed and this house of cards was finally collapsing? He sure as hell wasn't talking about bad news then. It was all hunky-freakin'-dory with no worries because "the sub-prime crisis was contained..."

It's time to add competence to your list of qualifications for job candidates guys...

Coldplay, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.

Actually, I'm too lazy for that. Let me say instead that your music is the most emasculated, emotionless tripe since Matchbox 20.

Seriously, what emotion is any one of your songs supposed to evoke? I listen to your music, and it sounds like something someone would write after reading about adrenaline and endorphins in a dictionary. Your songs are the musical equivalent of a puppy the day after its nuts have been cut off - they limp around, confused and without a drop of testosterone.

I guess that's only appropriate, given that your singing sounds like you're a goddamned castrati anyhow. Comparing your voice to nails on a chalkboard is a slander against chalkboards and nails. You sound like someone decided to fuck a cat in the ass with a Wonder Woman action figure.

Coldplay, you know how I know you're gay? Because you ARE Coldplay.

If you're a struggling repair technician or part replacer, trying to start a business on your own, the worst thing you can do is insult the intelligence of someone trying to buy from you. All I wanted was one part, and you were certainly willing to let me know that you had many kinds of this part. To tell me, repeatedly, that there's no way it will work with my system when I know damn well that it will is insulting. To drag it on for three days, telling me in different ways that it won't work is even more insulting. I finally found the part two cities away for half the price.

Thanks for nothing, cockface, and I will make sure that no one else goes to you for any of their 'laptop needs'.

What do I hate? The spineless no good fucks ruining the democratic party. You maggots are no better than the republicans you denounce.

Please go eat my shit, Mr. Nardelli. Address these rumors or do something, because the entire automotive community is wondering what the fuck you're doing up there. Are you going to stick to your five year plan, are you going to sell to GM, or are you going to have Nissan invest in the company? Chrysler is an iconic American brand with years of history, and we're watching as you bend it over and rape it after the corpse has been gangbanged by Daimler for the last eight years.

Step down and let Jim Press do the hard work before you destroy the brand entirely.

Every time I see you in the mirror, you're fatter, dumber, uglier, older, and worse off than the last time.
You're on a fast track to oblivion, you stupid fuck.

I fucking hate me.

I hate ambitionless cocksuckers who pride themselves on doing the absolute bare minimum required to get by. Laziness is a brilliant virtue to these breed of human shit. Actually giving a fuck about anything is an effort for these pricks. Given their attitude towards work or exertion of any kind, giving a flying fuck or even a shit (let alone two!) is pretty well out of the question. Yet when there's an opportunity to fuck up somebody else's life these mouthbreathing cuntscrapes never seem to miss it. The victim seems rarely to be somebody who deserves such inconsiderate treatment, and I am yet again left to clean up the mess.

I am a man with much to lose. If I didn't have so much I hold dear, I'd be getting booked for murder right now. I am sick to fucking death of useless morons who think malicious puerile pranks are still funny after 3rd grade. Why the fuck are these people in college? Why are they allowed to continue converting oxygen into carbon dioxide?! Resources on this planet are FINITE and should never be wasted on such horrendous "people" as this.

I am through asking for respect. I am through getting disrespected. I am done.

I demand it, and you can't give it, then you aren't worth my time.