When I go the movie theatre, I usually grab a small box of candy or some popcorn. Then I save it until the movie has actually started, so it’ll last longer. Then my mom asks if she can have ten pieces, so I reluctantly give her some. Then, my brother asks for some, so my mom makes me give it to him, too. This goes on for most of the movie. Finally, near the end, when no one is looking, I slowly grab a piece of the beloved candy for myself… and my mom tells me I’ve had too much already and takes the box away.
Do you think that anyone else wants to hear you shooting people in a game or karate chopping fruit? Do you actually enjoy those sounds? Show a little respect, because you’re giving me a headache.
I hate when I’m at a water park and I get stuck under a fat guy’s inner tube and then I’m not allowed to go to that water park anymore. Is a water park like a magnet for fat, stinky people? Why can’t us normal people just enjoy it?
I hate it when I’m talking to people about music and they bring up Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and I say I hate it and they just sit there, shaking their heads and muttering things at me like I’ve just done something terrible. It’s an annoying song and I hate it with a passion, and that’s my opinion. If you don’t like it, then just shut up, rather than judging me for it.
Please stop, seriously! It’s really stupid that we have to debate whose country is the best, when in fact none of them are better than the others. You’re not making your country look any better. So go read a book, ’cause you’re not helping at all.
I work at a restaurant and basically kiss people’s asses for money. The one thing I hate more than anything is people who don’t know how to tip. Last night I had three overweight women at a table. Their bill was $63. My tip was $2. They ordered more food then they ever should have eaten. One even said to the other, “go ahead, get the salad bar, it’s only an extra $3.†You can afford to get a bunch of extra food but not give me a 20% tip like I deserve? My tip should have been at least $12 for the service I gave them. I get paid $2.83 an hour and I have to share my tips. So I paid out of my pocket for those white trash heifers to eat at my job. You’re welcome, scumbags. Next time, do me a favor and go to McDonald’s. The dollar menu was invented for you.
I smoke. A lot. Therefore, I’ve read the surgeon general warnings on the side of the pack and have been lectured by my doctor multiple times and have seen those stupid Truth commercials. I’ve been informed of the health risks. So, why do perfect strangers feel the need to inform me that I am smoking cancer?
No running in the hallway! No chewing gum! No bad language! No dressing inappropriately! No loud talking at lunch! No cheating! No throwing food! No sleeping! No drama! No fighting! You might as well put us in a box. I mean, we’re kids. Aren’t we supposed to be allowed to make mistakes and have some fun sometimes?