I love bananas and I bet you think I’m really fussy when I say I only like the slight un-ripe ones. It’s not the brown bits of the ripe ones that put me off, it’s just the smell. If I have them in my pack lunch they make everything taste of banana. My parents force feed me them—“they are no different from other bananas, it’s just the brown bits you don’t like.†Yuck!
I love my mum, but it’s really annoying now that she has Facebook. I can’t sneak on it late at night because she views my profile frequently and then questions me about times things were posted. I can’t swear or say how I really feel sometimes. I love her but she should leave my Facebook alone. It’s not like I can even block her, because she will be upset. It’s becoming really serious now, though, since some of my friends have added her on Facebook and she accepted! Come on, I wouldn’t add your mum!
I hate it when I see someone “kissing†their dog and its tongue goes onto and into the person’s mouth. Dogs lick their fur, genitals, sniff urine, eat processed meat and chew on bones. And all that is in your mouth now. That is disgusting.
There’s no need for things to get blown up, people slaughtered, women disrespected, and awful wars made… because of who someone’s god is. Who cares if you’re Christian or Jewish or Athiest or Muslim! What you believe in can be practiced in your own home!
I’m done with high school in about five months, and I can’t be more glad. I’m tired of the “Sally said Kelsey is a slut!†and “I’m mad at Anna right now, so don’t talk to her†and “Brandon is so hot, his girlfriend is a total hoe!†This is so irritating and immature. Grow up and have fun facing the real world next September.
Every time I make a little typo while texting or chatting on Facebook with my boyfriend, he makes a prat of himself by putting a little asterisk after sending me the correct way to spell it. I am not an idiot. It was a typo. It's just Facebook. Stop being a smartass.
I always have to wear my socks inside out or else the seam will get caught in between my toes, where lint proceeds to adhere to the skin underneath, and the irritation annoys me to the point where I have to readjust my socks. Therefore I waste the next five minutes of my life untying my shoe, taking off my sock, straightening the seam out, putting the sock back on, slipping into my shoe, then tying the laces. I hate socks and their seams.
You don’t see dogs running into buildings with bombs strapped to their backs!
Seriously? Stop disagreeing with everything. Do you even read them?
They control our clothes, language, attitude, learning pace, and they have gone too far with our bladders!