(05-13-2014 02:48 PM)xxMarco Wrote:  I hate those color runs, bubble runs, tough mudder, glow stick runs. Girls use them to attention whore and pretend like they're fit. Then they usually go pig out after as a treat. Then they wear their t-shirt all smug like they're bad ass.

Feeling negative today

"I hope we find a cure for every major disease, because I’m tired of walking 5K. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to walk to cure cancer. I’ll just write a check."

Daniel Tosh

I hate bitches with thin hair. I get all weirded out about pulling it while fucking the shit outta her for fear of pulling it straight the fuck OUT.

every thin haired hoe I've ever met has some type of hang up about it on the low (apparently not low enough because I notice that shit)

I hate the music on the Top 40/Top 100/ Top whatever. It all sucks big time.

I've seriously thought about buying some weights, a power rack, and quitting my gym just so I wouldn't have to listen to it anymore.

(05-20-2014 05:43 PM)RexImperator Wrote:  I hate the music on the Top 40/Top 100/ Top whatever. It all sucks big time.

I've seriously thought about buying some weights, a power rack, and quitting my gym just so I wouldn't have to listen to it anymore.

Or you could get an ipod or some other device and listen to your own music when you work out at the gym, lol.

I hate the boner killer thread. I'm afraid to open it.

I hate the boner killer thread after I've opened it.

Also getting sloppy and only managing to kiss my promdates best friend and not being able to post in the threesome thread.

I hate women that say they're done with you (which I'm normally secretly happy to hear). then pop back up like a crack fiend.

This is a weird one...but I hate when you're eating with a girl and she starts dancing while she's chewing. I know it's really specific and odd but I've witnessed it on multiple occasions. You're sitting down, eating. And for some reason, she's dancing. Just eat your fucking food.

I hate iPhones with a fucking passion and I can't stand how 1 out of 3 people have one. They can't even make eye-contact anymore. Sure they can be useful, but Facebook and Instagraming can wait when I'm talking, especially for girls. Surprisingly enough though, I love Steve Jobs and respect him as a long-lost mentor, but I hate what his most price creation has done to people. I was walking through the halls of my uni, and everyone was on their iphone waiting for class, not one person was looking at anyone or, god forbid, having a conversation.

I hate when girls give you eye contact long enough where a best 2 out of 3 staring contest can occur to only act stupid when you step up to her. Girls who act rude when alone, but want you to acknowledge her when you are with a group of girls or her group take a liking to you.

I hate so-called wise old ladies dressing like young girls. Hypocrites! Have you ever seen an old lady with a backless dress or halter top. Liverspots and pimples on their back look like spread out chocolate chip cookie dough. Back fats looking like melted ice cream scoops. Their gut pushing out their shiny leggings like a smashed muffin in foil. Speaking of old, I hate Jay-Z. He is too old to still be rapping about hustling.

I hate dudes with headphones having a rap-a-long in public. No one wants to hear that shit. Might as well strapped a boombox on your shoulder. I hate dudes who gossip on the corners. Only girls suppose to side eye and mock strangers. I hate when people crowd up the sidewalk and get mad when contact occur. I swear people do this on purpose because there is a simple solution. Walk in a single file please.

I hate when you go to dinner with a girl and she orders a huge ass burger....
Like what the fuck.

^^^ I hate when she orders a huge ass burger and doesn't finish it. THEN doesn't get a "to go box".....

I'll eat it

I hate it when bishes propose going out to eat something, it tells me they're fat.

I hate anti-fascists (you know the kind I'm talking about)

I hate the LGBT movement

I hate the fact that white men let the shit of feminism infect Western Civilization, thereby making the world worse for not only themselves, but also black and Asian men

I hate people who are incapable of talking about anything of substance

I hate the trendy Marxists/Communists/Reds with a fucking passion.

I hate fat feminist pigs (this has been said a million times already)

I hate this one Beta Bitch Boy I know who acted Alpha to get in my good graces, but was really twofaced

When girls ask for a hug when im at work. Go get a boyfriend or whatever.

*****

Hello how are you today, this is your phone service provider my name is XYZ, how may I help you?

Me: Ahh yeah just tanked 4 scoops of ice cream mint choco chip for brekkie now I'm taking care of business.

Oh wow i love MCC, even my toothpaste is that flavor--I brush my teeth 3 times a day.

[You sound fat...]

Me: Yeah it's bad I'm aiming to get back to 190 lbs.

Omg i could never be 190, I'm 6ft tall i would look like a twig.

[gotta be fucking joking, 150 on a 6ft girl looks fat.]

Yeah the last guy I dated was 455 lbs. I've accepted that I'm just a fluffy person. But you know what that's fine because I'm witty and have a great personality.

[What the fuck is happeneing! I talk with CSRs to work on my ramble but this is going too far! In real life I never have to entertain nonsense from fatties cos the disgust in my eyes lets them know their place, so they rarely step to me with this tripe.]

Me: K back on track. Tell me how much to add service A or service B.

A$ and B$

Me: Thanks Bye

:Forty five minute shower to wash away the fattitude:

I hate those mountain trekkers who go out in groups of 30.

I hate their flashy pro gear they bought yesterday.

I hate them for taking their chit-chat and mundane bullshit to my sanctuary.

I fucking hate fat people. What goes through my head when I see them? Allow me to describe a recent encounter.

After a quick lunch and letting my dog out, I was headed back to the office for the rest of the afternoon. I work in a rustic old 4-story building of business offices, and, while the building is old, it’s been refurbished nicely, maintaining the some of the original manufacturing feel from a hundred years ago.

Now I’m not one to use the stairs. Not that I have anything against it, I just figure people use them to “be more healthy", and I've always thought, if the stairs were an actual workout of, say, 10 floors, and trudging up them actually did make you more healthy, almost no one would use them...so why lie to myself that climbing 3 flights of stairs is an actual workout. I prefer to workout at the gym regularly and actually be fit.

As I approach the elevator I notice the giant ball of a human being waddling up from the other direction, 32 ounce soda in-hand. For a brief moment I almost hope she turns down the hallway or use the stairs.

Plenty of people take the stairs, especially chics. Especially attractive chics. There have been a few times I’ve approached these elevator doors at the same time as an attractive young lady only to be disappointed by her turning through stairway doors. This blob isn't taking the stairs tho.
This got me thinking. Do people who are attractive and healthy take the stairs, or does taking the stairs make people attractive and healthy.

I’ve already pushed the button, so when the beep signals the elevator doors opening, we step inside as I notice she’s also carrying a big leftover bag of Panera. Here we go. Me and fat fuck in an 8′x8′ square box for the next 15 seconds.

Perhaps I’m looking at it all wrong. Perhaps she, if I must call her a woman, is a miracle of nature. Despite years of inactivity and disregard for physical fitness, the tub of lard next to me lives on. Like an old John Deer tractor firing up after years of disregard and rust, this woman's body rolls out of bed every day, waddles to her car, squeezes behind the steering wheel, and with the help of our modern society plods through the day spiting evolutionary forces that would have siezed her heart years ago. Inside that "human in name only", her heart pumps away, providing enough energy to fuel neural processes and basic motility. Some say the birth of a child is a miracle. I say the miracle is sitting in the cube next to you, fat fingering every other letter as she enters invoices, her chair straining under the pressure of not buckling, her heart faithfully pushing oxygen and nutrients to her extremital sausage link phalanges.

I wonder if this woman knows my disgust for her. Perhaps. As if on cue with my thoughts, she continues her daily workout regimen of 32 ounce curls, lifting the clear cup up, slurping more sugary calories through the straw. One rep. I bet she does 4 sets of 20 reps a day.

Just when I can hardly contain myself, “3rd Floor" lights up and I step out. As I walk to the office at the end of the hall, I thank my genetics, psychological and mental health, and workout ethic for not being a disgusting slob of a person.

(05-22-2014 12:37 PM)heavy Wrote:  I fucking hate fat people. What goes through my head when I see them? Allow me to describe a recent encounter.

After a quick lunch and letting my dog out, I was headed back to the office for the rest of the afternoon. I work in a rustic old 4-story building of business offices, and, while the building is old, it’s been refurbished nicely, maintaining the some of the original manufacturing feel from a hundred years ago.

Now I’m not one to use the stairs. Not that I have anything against it, I just figure people use them to “be more healthy", and I've always thought, if the stairs were an actual workout of, say, 10 floors, and trudging up them actually did make you more healthy, almost no one would use them...so why lie to myself that climbing 3 flights of stairs is an actual workout. I prefer to workout at the gym regularly and actually be fit.

As I approach the elevator I notice the giant ball of a human being waddling up from the other direction, 32 ounce soda in-hand. For a brief moment I almost hope she turns down the hallway or use the stairs.

Plenty of people take the stairs, especially chics. Especially attractive chics. There have been a few times I’ve approached these elevator doors at the same time as an attractive young lady only to be disappointed by her turning through stairway doors. This blob isn't taking the stairs tho.
This got me thinking. Do people who are attractive and healthy take the stairs, or does taking the stairs make people attractive and healthy.

I’ve already pushed the button, so when the beep signals the elevator doors opening, we step inside as I notice she’s also carrying a big leftover bag of Panera. Here we go. Me and fat fuck in an 8′x8′ square box for the next 15 seconds.

Perhaps I’m looking at it all wrong. Perhaps she, if I must call her a woman, is a miracle of nature. Despite years of inactivity and disregard for physical fitness, the tub of lard next to me lives on. Like an old John Deer tractor firing up after years of disregard and rust, this woman's body rolls out of bed every day, waddles to her car, squeezes behind the steering wheel, and with the help of our modern society plods through the day spiting evolutionary forces that would have siezed her heart years ago. Inside that "human in name only", her heart pumps away, providing enough energy to fuel neural processes and basic motility. Some say the birth of a child is a miracle. I say the miracle is sitting in the cube next to you, fat fingering every other letter as she enters invoices, her chair straining under the pressure of not buckling, her heart faithfully pushing oxygen and nutrients to her extremital sausage link phalanges.

I wonder if this woman knows my disgust for her. Perhaps. As if on cue with my thoughts, she continues her daily workout regimen of 32 ounce curls, lifting the clear cup up, slurping more sugary calories through the straw. One rep. I bet she does 4 sets of 20 reps a day.

Just when I can hardly contain myself, “3rd Floor" lights up and I step out. As I walk to the office at the end of the hall, I thank my genetics, psychological and mental health, and workout ethic for not being a disgusting slob of a person.

I love your writing style. You described your utter disgust of the blob so poignantly that I could see myself in your shoes and feel every shred of hatred you had for her.

I hate social media and I hate even hearing about Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc. in the news. Fuck that shit.

I hate female rappers. Fucking try hards.

(05-31-2014 04:28 PM)RexImperator Wrote:  I hate social media and I hate even hearing about Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc. in the news. Fuck that shit.

(05-31-2014 10:56 PM)Kingsley Davis Wrote:  I hate female rappers. Fucking try hards.

same here.

I hate the word "selfie" so much, every time a girl mentions it a part of me dies inside.

Help me out here fellas. I did a dissection and line by line retort to this article:

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/...a-spinster

It got my gander up so much, I went to town and ripped her to bits.

The article she wrote is about 1500 words, my reply to her article is about 4500 words. It is long!

Also, my reply, whilst being very funny and erudite, is very foul-mouthed in parts.

I'd really like to know what the boundaries are for articles of this length, and tone.
Are there certain words that are frowned upon here at the forum? I ask because, I haven't seen much use of the worst swear words, so I suppose they are not acceptable.

It is just a bit of off the cuff commentary. It's heartfelt and genuine. From a very British perspective (The Guardian is British after all).

It is exceedingly good humoured throughout, in the vein or Roman verbal sparring. Just wondering where I might put it up.

So yesterday went out and bought a new mattress for myself. Invited a girl over to try it out, the mattress sucked and I knew I wanted to return it. Woke up in the morning and the bastard had started her period and I now have a shitty mattress with blood stains all over it.

I love drinking but I am hating on my friend's birthday party coming up on Friday. I have been eating ridiculously clean/healthy for the past 3 weeks and have got into a rhythm with my diet (if that makes any sense). Friday is going to be a shitshow and it will throw off my diet at least for a couple of days. The hardest part of eating healthy is getting into the whole routine, once it's broken it's easy to stray. At least he invited some cute girls to his party whom I haven't met before. Should be a fun night overall.