I'm sorry" I'm sorry. It has been a long time since I've published a new hate list and I do apologize. You see, I just started my senior year, all my friends came back and my hair grew another inch. With all those great things happening, how could I be mad? Well, a little time has passed and I've been able to let all the goodwill and kindness fade from my mind. What replaced it? Pure, unadulterated hate. Welcome friends and enemies to the 19th edition of the Famous Hate List!If you would like to contribute, email email@example.com with your submission. But, since the next hate list will be the 20th anniversary, I'm doing something special. The next edition will be "people you LOVE". I'll be looking forward to these. MINE:Observant Andy: Hmmmmm" there are four hundred people in this bar, it's 107 degrees in here, and I have jeans on" I wonder why I'm all wet? Ohhhhh, I know" I'm a sweaty pig! I have the unique ability to be able to sweat through any garment made of any fabric. Needless to say, spending my evenings in packed bars makes me rather wet. I know this, everyone else knows this, but Observant Andy is always gracious enough to point it out to me and anyone else who may be standing around. "DUDE!!!! You are sweating your balls off! Holy shit!" Really? Thanks a lot, you worthless douchebag. Now I finally know why my hair is plastered to my face and there is a constant stream of fluid dripping off my nose! How kind of you to point that out to me, it makes me feel a lot better about my situation. Maybe I can point some things out to you? You're obnoxious, you're a prick and" I Hate You!Gretchen Grabs-a-lot: Ok, let me put a scenario out there for you. I see someone walking down the street. I notice that in their hand they are carrying something I desire; perhaps an iPod or an umbrella. When they get near me, I snatch it out of their hands and keep it for myself. Am I wrong or is that stealing? Because Gretchen Grabs-a-lot doesn't seem to think it is, at least when it comes to my cigarettes. Gretchen will casually reach into my shirt pocket, remove a smoke or two, and then have the nut to ask me for a light without thinking twice about having just stolen my property. Sure, I can buy more cigarettes, but that doesn't mean I want some fat, pimply bitch who thinks she's something else helping herself to my tobacco. Hey Gretchen, maybe you could afford some cigarettes for yourself if you didn't spend all your money on food, you fat snatch. I was nice this time, I didn't say anything and I was a gentleman. Next time you try to pull something like that, you're losing an eye. You can help yourself to a nice inch or two of knife blade in your eye. I Hate You!Frontin' Freshmen: Ok, I used to be a freshman too and, more importantly, I don't have anything against underclassmen. I figure (and so do statutory rape laws) that once you're 18, you can do what you want. However, that does not mean you know a damn thing about this school. I don't care if you go to my school, some huge state school, or Beaver State (hehe), this never changes. You'll hear them talking about where to get the best pizza, who sells the best heroin and which bars have the sluttiest girls. Listen up youngens, you have no idea what you're saying. This little act may work on your fellow freshmen but never try to pass that shit off on me. I know where the best pizza is (Mikes), I know who has the best heroin (me) and I know which bar has the sluttiest girls (the one my sister works at). Know your role, open your mind to the possibility that you may not know everything and, freshman girls, don't even think that I'm going to buy you a drink because you talked to me for fifteen seconds. Go find some freshman guy to buy you drinks" he'll be able to tell you which bartender makes the best long island" I Hate You!YOURS:Reader I have no idea what this kid's name is really hates: The cheap SOB guy
The guy who threw himself a birthday party. Then tells you What to bring like
can you go out of your way and make those wings that you make or can you bring a case of expensive beer whatever he is desiring at that point in time I guess. Now this wouldn't be so bad
But he has the nerve to put the beer you bring in his garage and then serve you Jacobs ladder or some shit
I mean what the hell is that
the worst part
"someone" snuck into the garage and took back the case of beer they brought and hid it in there car. Then the next day he complains how cheap some person was for doing it. Man i really hate him. Reader Jack G. really hates: Mr. "I'll favor you because your mom is my friend". A little background: My best friend (Big T) is a trumpeter. He plays better than a lot of professionals, practices more than is probably healthy, and puts on one hell of a show at our concerts. So obviously I'm bound to get pissed off when some chick (Z) who doesn't care gets into the top-level band at our school instead of him. It's no fault of hers she didn't even want to be any it. But the fact remains, the director is friends with her parents, and he doesn't have a fucking clue who Big T is. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU????? Big T had a perfect audition tape when Z couldn't even play the motherfucking scales. Does it give you satisfaction knowing that either of us could replace you in a heartbeat? I hope it does, asshole. Maybe you'll get the clap from the trombone you fuck yourself with
I HATE YOU!!!!!!