I completely agree with this... the fucking off of the molded plastic packaging. I have gotten cuts on my hands from trying to open up this shit. I carry a pocket knife now, but it still takes some doing.

blisterpacks, they call 'em.

just about as fun, too.

Really fat people. People that take up two seats on the bus. People that eat a bag of Doritos while they walk and take up the whole sidewalk. Sweet Jesus, have some self-respect and lost some fucking weight before you keel over and crush someone.

This one has been bugging me since I was a kid:

(I just couldn't ever put a good reason behind it).

People,

When you are going somewhere that involves close, social-interaction please make sure that you have something in your stomach. Brushing your teeth and/or popping that mint or piece of gum will not cut it!

I do NOT want to smell your insides! (It's almost worse if they're "kissed" by that faint whisp of mint, actually).

If your stomach is empty, it will become "active" and the smell will then come out of that hole in your face.

I understand that we're all human and sometimes we smell bad but I don't put you in a headlock after mowing the lawn for the same reason.

Breath smell like garlic, onions, or even a cigarette? That's ok. I can put a label on that smell. It's still not pleasant but at least it has a name! Your empty stomach--on the other hand--is something so obnoxious and mysterious that I only become confused and angry upon having to share it with you.

This post could have been called: "Bad Breath: Why I hated church as a child". You try sitting with that fucking choir in the balcony!! I'd cringe whenever the "Hallelujah Chorus" was to be sung. All those breathy h's and coffee-filled stomachs at 9 in the morning? No thanks.

Starting to hate the 100' XLR cables...as a worker for a rental house, my job is to constantly wind cables for retarded DJ's. The hundreds are the ones that inevitably get pulled across everything damaging at the end of the night. Not to mention when someone thinks they are saving work by unwinding 12' off the end, using it, and then rewinding it back on. Square knots both ways...

All that higher education, and I get to wind cables. Oh well, could be worse...

I hate it when people say they are "peeved" instead of saying pissed off or angry.

It also really fucking sucks when I try to swim for like 2 seconds and my ears start hurting.

Neighbours who own a drum kit but can't play the drums. (I can play the drums but I don't own a drum kit WHAT THE FUCK!#@~)

The idea - especially as pushed in Gillette Television advertisements featuring David Beckham - that all men are in search of an ever closer shave...

"For an even closer shave use Gillette...." - if I have shaved, then I have shaved - fuck this closer and closer shave bullshit...

When someone uses a half a can of aerosol deodorant in the men's toilets at work.

On days when it isn't even cold, colleagues who insist on keeping all windows closed - if someone has no metabolism, circulatory system or body fat then that's their problem - wear a jumper.

When your cunt British friend sends you a text message at 3:10 AM just because it's fucking 9:30 or something there.

Mouth noises. I cannot tolerate smacking, finger licking, etc. I especially hate that pointless "tooth-sucking" noise you often hear hicks doing just for the hell of it. And since coming to NY, I've been inundated by this rapid gum-"snapping" noise in theaters, subways, etc.

Most of these noises are the result of people just wanting to hear their own squishy/slurpy/squeaky noises. That's fine. But I do not want to hear your squishy/slurpy/squeaky noises. Find another way to amuse yourself. I'm sure this sensitivity has something to do with a long history of ear problems and intense medical treaments (a suction needle howling directly upon my eardrum at a deafening volume is an early childhood memory).

My father is notorious amongst my family for smacking at such a volume that no one can even imitate it (he does not close his mouth when he chews...at all).

I love my dad, but I sit across the table from him at all meals so that I won't have that noise directly in my ears. It amazes me that this man has succeeded in the business world without such rudimentary table manners. I finally convinced him to work on it when I told him that, pathetic or not, it directly affects my desire to spend time with him. He's gotten much better.

Pure L wrote:This one has been bugging me since I was a kid:

(I just couldn't ever put a good reason behind it).

People,

When you are going somewhere that involves close, social-interaction please make sure that you have something in your stomach. Brushing your teeth and/or popping that mint or piece of gum will not cut it!

I do NOT want to smell your insides! (It's almost worse if they're "kissed" by that faint whisp of mint, actually).

If your stomach is empty, it will become "active" and the smell will then come out of that hole in your face.

I understand that we're all human and sometimes we smell bad but I don't put you in a headlock after mowing the lawn for the same reason.

Breath smell like garlic, onions, or even a cigarette? That's ok. I can put a label on that smell. It's still not pleasant but at least it has a name! Your empty stomach--on the other hand--is something so obnoxious and mysterious that I only become confused and angry upon having to share it with you.

This post could have been called: "Bad Breath: Why I hated church as a child". You try sitting with that fucking choir in the balcony!! I'd cringe whenever the "Hallelujah Chorus" was to be sung. All those breathy h's and coffee-filled stomachs at 9 in the morning? No thanks.

I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about. "The smell of an empty stomach emanating from your gut?"