Hate is a strong word. But I hate people that talk behind your back. The amount of time and energy some people spend worried about what someone else is doing is truly beyond my level of comprehension. Just sitting around lying, gossiping and speaking on topics of which they have absolutely no knowledge. Is your life really that boring that the best use of your faculties is to constantly discuss another person’s lifestyle and choices. You need a hobby and some business. Why don’t you learn how to knit. Take up water-coloring. Improve your thumb wrestling skills. Go play in traffic. Just go do something besides all that jabber jawin’. Anything beats your incessant need to talk to others about what the next person is up to. If you think you know me, or have something to say, come and ask me. Don’t go around telling every Thomas, Richard and Henry what you “heard”. Hear deez. For anyone that has commentary when my presence is not present, I have only one thing to say, and I ain’t gonna say it no more………………………………..you betta put some RESPECK on my name.
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Hate is a strong word. But I hate people that are offended by everything. The level of butt-hurtedness going on nowadays has officially reached epic proportions. It’s almost like you can’t even give someone a flippin’ compliment without them taking some sort of offense to it. Last week, I told a random guy that I liked his outfit, and it literally turned into a 15 minute debate of whether or not I was passively aggressively mocking him. Are you frickin’ kiddin’ me. Instead of just accepting my genuinely kind words, this fool was more interested in telling me how people should “watch what they say”. What the what?!? Dude, where I’m from, “I like your outfit” means “I like your frickin’ outfit”. I’m a grown man and don’t do innuendos or superfluous conversation. Ain’t nobody got time for that. And what made me even more upset was that he was keeping me from eating my lunch. I’m not sure of the last time you had hunger pains, but those bad boys are for real. By the time he got finished, I felt like he owed me an apology and a Snickers, because I’m not myself when I’m hungry. I guess we now live in a society where honesty and truthfulness are frowned upon. Even if you are trying to be polite. Get over yourself and on with your life. I’m tired of hearing you whine.
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Hate is a strong word. But I hate filing my taxes. Don’t get it twisted. I’m all for paying my part to ensure my fellow Americans have a good education, effective law enforcement, quality roads, and all other services that are paid with public funds. But looking at the total amount of money the government took in 2015 makes me sick to my stomach. I literally want to puke right now. It’d make it somewhat easier if I believed those clowns in Washington were good stewards with my money. But I believe in Santa Clause riding unicorns before I think that to be true. I know my money is going into the hands of politicians so they can pay for their yachts, beach homes, private jets and mistresses. I can’t live that lifestyle because they’ve got their hands all up in my pockets. Not only does the outcome infuriate me, the process itself is painstaking. It’s like a mix between a root canal and passing a kidney stone. If I had to choose between doing my taxes and having my buttocks lit a fire, I’d provide the matches and sleep on my stomach for a few months. At least Uncle Sam could provide some Vaseline and lipstick before he……………….I won’t even go there. But you know exactly what I’m thinking.
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