GROW THEM! USE THEM! COVER YOUR HOUSE IN THEM! PAINT YOUR WALLS WITH THEM! LIE IN THEM!

Argh.

I hate environmentalists for two reasons:

1) They dress bad, smell bad and hand me leaflets. I HATE LEAFLETS.

and more importantly,

2) THEY LIE TO US.

A famous hippie-cum-media-whore once said that they kept three sets of figures on any given data set - one to decieve the public, one to decieve themselves and the true ones.

I detest their lying, tofu-eating carcasses. Genetically modified foods are resting on enormous potential only limited by our ability to think of interesting and viable gene transfers. This is where the lies come on - the whole argument against genetically modifed foods goes like this:

"We don't know if they're bad"

Two tons of horseshit. We know. The danger to humanity is minimal, the only people who could be possibly affected are people with ALLERGIES. ALLERGIES!!! FAGGOTS! Do you think anyone in the Sudan has a fucking peanut allergy?? What a typical soft-ass Western conception. A nice snapshot of our stagnant gene pool. People with allergies should be fed corn with peanut genes in it designed to kill the allergenic and weak.

Another soft-media-porn quasi-left-wing scare job.

Genetically modify the world! Genetically modify Weija!

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You need to setup your own online rant column, sane. I'd mastubate to it.


My sister absolutely WILL NOT let my nephew eat anything peanut-related because of that.

You're in it.


Here's an old one I recovered:

Maturity

(A marijuana induced f_b_s rant)

All the serious dark images in metal are offset by their immature shitty counterparts. For ever intelligent band with their own defined style that can hold mature interest, there's a shitty band who overuses the same tired old cliches that made metal "evil" in the first place. This is because the same conformist shit pervades our music the same as any other.

Nothing gets fucking tiresome quite like violating a taboo that isn't really a taboo any more - at least, not a taboo to us. We're all familiar with a lot of shit that most (the vast majority) of people would find extremely distasteful. Cannibal Corpse and Carcass will never never become mainstream bands, even if they have the shit marketed out of them on MTV - the subject matter is JUST TOO NASTY. It's a subculture by definition, and that's something that is pleasing if you (like me) believe that the majority of people are pointless vain self-serving arrogant stupid hunks of steak that blindly stumble into whatever aesthetic may happen to flop gasping in from of them. That's good because it keeps out the people who aren't attracted to it because of its very nature.

BUT! The problem that besets anything that has this subculture nature, this dynamism, is that it's cool. Blink 182 certainly didn't arise out of the Sex Pistols or the Cockney Rejects, it toned down the REAL punk attitude for its mass consumption. It became palatable. Unfortunately it also became soulless, lifeless, meaningless, messageless teenage gruel. This bollox is what keeps the cool, gets marketed and throws away the life.

And this is where the problem arises, and it's not just with the travesty that is Nu Metal. Media has brought this dark shadow of music into the place where people who identify with it, and now we get this weird fucking subset of people throwing out this retro-Arthurian bullshit, Manowar-style posturing and online swearing. It's enabled the really conformist shit to start in earnest, where idiotic little shits hide behind computer screens in an attempt to 'out-evil' each other, mulling over desparate fantasies and searching for somewhere to hang their hat and conform; to something, anything.

There's no way some pre-pubescent twit can comprehend the depth of expression that you can get out of dark imagery. In fact, I'd say some of the stupidest fucking people I've ever met in my life were at the same gigs as me. I see it every time I wear a shirt and some spotty ugly white misfit yells something at me (usually the name of the band, like I don't know what my shirt says). It sucks. A goodly slab of these teenage metalheads should be eliminated for contaminating the fucking gene pool.

That being said, I'm sure that I'm to some extent being a fucking grumpy and mentally ill 20 year old. I know I should be happy that I can listen to the same music as people I'd ordinarily never meet and we can be all nice to each other because we have something in common, but fuck that. Something is not enough. I can't stand no-account good for nothing dumb people, no matter what they listen to.

Who am I to judge?

Who the fuck cares???

The alternative is trying to be nice to mean-spirited conformist little cunts. To some people, Slayer IS Britney.

It's got to the point where if you called me a metalhead I'd punch you in the fucking eye. Labels are not metal.

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Pathetic Porno Pieces

Porn is one thing - a cliche. The genre is more stagnant than Rosanne Barr in an oubliette.

5. Porno dialogue

There are underground experimental Turkmenistani films about the danger of reciting haiku about colonic irrigation in Sanskrit filmed with nothing more than a camel and tension wrench that have better dialogues than pornos. Rarely to the participants actually manage to say something sexy, than say something that you know instinctively (even when you're 16 and it's hard to believe those people on the screen are, like, *fucking*) you should never ever say for fear of losing your penis to your immediately wrathful partner.

"Did that hurt you bitch?"
"Ooooooooooh yeah. My asshole is SO TIGHT. SOOOOOOO TIGHT!"

It's impossible to approach the above epithets without laughing. First of all we know the reality of this dialogue...

"Did that hurt you bitch?"
*noticeable pause in proceedings*
"WHAT?"
*male participant rolls out of bed clutching his testicles, eyes wide and screaming, patches of skin oozing blood from under the women’s fingernails*
"Don't you DARE call me a bitch!"

...and what's more it's too FUNNY. And chuckling puts you in a non-appropriate state of mind for efficient masturbation.

4. Plot-bereft beginnings

A women can walk into a house, ask the plumber a slightly double entendré question, be a teacher with a disruptive pupil (who looks about.... 30), know the postman's first name, wear any uniform at all with just one button undone too many, not have ‘a pen to sign with’ at delivery or basically exist, and she'll be immediately beset with a guy whose cock resembles a torpedo in both size or intent. The reality of a guy waiting in a bar for hours, buying drinks for strangers, having both his wallet and his heart agonized time and again to eventually go home with someone he doesn't *actually* like to fuck in a desultory manner before going to sleep and waking up and feeling immediately awkward looking at the leviathan lying in the bed prostrate and snoring like an adenoidal pig beside him must be too boring to film.

3. Über-male casting ability

I wonder why male porn stars fit into two categories:

1) Overweight middle aged white guys who look terrible
2) Guys who don't actually look stupid naked.

1) Overweight white guys are trying desperately to convince themselves that they're still, one day, going to be able to fuck that cheerleader they used to know. Even if she’s now 38 and works in a diner. The reality of someone else doing it makes that bile in their throat at their miserable failure a little less acidic.

2) Some of the population evidently enjoy watching guys who are built (everywhere) and aesthetically pleasing fuck. Maybe they’re just not overweight white males.

2. Tits

Alien life forms and frypans are supposed to be silicon based. NOT TITS. End of discussion.

1. Facial cumshots

WHAT is the OBSESSION with fucking for two hours then losing your load in some girls mouth from a distance? What sort of quasi-semen-worship is this? And afterwards the girl is obliged to smear the mess of dick juice and saliva EVERYWHERE. I think the Union of Uber-Whores withholds her performance fee if it doesn't cover at least 85% of her face. If a girl decided to suck YOUR penis in order simply to marinate her face in your semen, I think you'd do a bit of a double-take. It’s doubtful you’d complain, but you’d probably ask for an explanation afterwards.

As a guy, you're a rarity if you want to SEE your own semen. If you could fuck without semen, admit it, you'd do it, straight away. No weird used-condom-inch-thick-skin feeling on your dick after you came, no more ducking out to flush it down the toilet before it completely grosses her out, no more trying to do an overhand knot with one hand, no more accidents or fuck ups with condoms that may have well have been paper bags. (Trojan are shit. Don't use them. Ever.)

And the money-shot dialogue is the most ridiculous of all.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth."
“Oh…ok…”

Is that for the benefit of the blind, who can't see your intention through the fact you have a handful of her hair and you're jerking off 3 inches from her nose? Honestly, that's equivalent to a guy standing on a cliff over sharp rocks with a rope around his neck, a gun in his hand, an empty bottle of poison by his feet… wearing a shirt that says "I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF".

And stop smiling! That's the worse possible deviation from reality. Girls look startled and rather apprehensive when you're about to forcibly ejaculate on them - they VERY rarely stare you straight in the eye grinning in delight while lining up your dick with surgical precision to the epicenter of their face. And they never have that ‘benediction’ look when they get splattered with hot cum. That's a special kind of perversity that real life rarely has to offer. More's the pity.

Bless filth in all its forms. Life is not complete until I’m in porn.

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Awesome. Now THIS is a good thread.

Hah, those are really good man, I agree to slayme, you should have an own column!

they do take a while to read but it's well worth it!

whoa dude, those fuckin kickass. thisll probably sound frigga gay to you, but if you want you can submit those to my site

behold all that i have so far! a teenage angsty whine and a piece of crap about government parties

Fellas, this thread will have to make do as sane's column for the time being, until I secure a proper place for him to empty out his twisted head. Sane's obviously, a potential hot property, and should be heard and read by more than just the members on this forum.


http://www.farbeyondsane.com

Rock on, Jim.

Shit! Does that site exist??? That'd be trippy.

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GO dI hope now/t

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Best Drunk Sentence Ever.



Sane, no it's not real. In fact, I'm gonna look it up right now and see if it's available to buy.


Yep, it's available. As well as .net, .org .shit .anything.

It's quite an evil and sacreligious thought... I should get it. I don't know how though.

I wrote something the other day... I'll post it when I can find it.

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"2002, not much review"
(A f_b_s stream of consciousness rant)


Often I hear stories of people drinking. Rarely I understand their relevance to me and my version of "drinking". As a consequence, I tell this...

Tonight, I finishd work and I bought an expensive 6-pack of beer... I had three, and a guy turned up at my house... we shared the last few. Then people came over, and I had several beers with them, then got out the scotch. This scared some people, and I put a seriously dent in the scotch bottle with one other brave man... then I had another beer and then some people left my house... I celebrated by drinking more scotch. When it came time to toast the new year, I had a half glass full of scotch... dropped it like it was jelly. Maybe three shots in that. Scotch bottle was empty - mainly me drinking it. Started drinking beer again. Had a few more, and then everyone left, because it was 3am.

THEN I sat down with the five beers I see beside me now, and started drinking. Two of these five are empty. Now I have started typing.

Now you understand how I drink.




How does one define a year?

We could start with looking at the idea of a year itself. A year is a fairly arbitrary concept. An agglomeration of Greek and Roman ideas about the renewal of the calendar combine with the Australian love of alcohol and excess here to provide a fairly seirous holiday here on the southern isle of raging piss-artistry and stupidity.

At the end of the day, there's a million places you could claim a "true" end of year, and consequently real significance for celebration. Solstice sucks. At the end of the day, what have we?

A fat party.

Nothing more, an excuse for terrible self-destruction.

the thing that worries me is that we live in a place that needs an EXCUSE for doing this. Waggon-hitching to anything, we will celebrate the arse off anything if we deem it "necessary"... Real celebrations must be had! Enough of this colonial retardation! Kill the weak!

Happy New Year, you fucking bunch of cunts!

God I'd love my own site.

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Get a column!!.........''Sane's Column''

I wrote this shopping at Christmas. It is not angry.

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"SMELL SHOPPING FOR THE STAID"

The 100% natural cosmetic shop is somewhat frightening.

I have seen them before, and always warily passed them by. Granted I am not ordinarily of the persuasion that heads without abandon into cosmetic shops, especially those populated by people who seem to be rather indeterminate looking and vegan, but still… there were female presents to buy, and if you have ‘taste’ (God knows where I acquired it) then things that smell good are worth purchasing.

Perhaps I sell myself short. A few too many years of tasting wine and scotch, and my tired whisky-sodden olfactory senses have enough kick in them to distinguish between ‘annoyed civet with gooseberries’ and ‘lavender infused with something inconsequential’.

When did we start complicating things like this? Not one thing in the shop ever had a simple name – no “lemon soap”, no “vanilla scrub”, instead a perpetual miasma of bizarre things with the inevitable tag of ‘being good for you’, whatever that means these days.

The theory that men only see in EGA (that is, in 16 colours) can be extended over the other sensory modalities – the same way ‘peach’ is a fruit and not a colour, ‘chocolate’ is a foodstuff for fat single women and definitely not a fragranced bodywash. Especially if it has a cheeky hint of raspberry. Cocktails have a cheeky hint of raspberry. Lotions should not.

In any case, this time, I headed in.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. A thousand supposedly sensitive odours from a thousand soaps, lotions, potions, oil, body scrubs, body washes, body foams, body restorers, revitalisers, after-wax creams, after-sun creams, all-natural, all-organic all-confusing formulas and emulsions combined and outdid their usually placid nature to assault my senses with a Louisville Slugger of scent. In the heat of a Sydney afternoon, the smell of the shop was physical. It punched me in the face like Mike Tyson Cologne.

In a philosophical bent, the smells immediately reminded me of the poor benighted females who perpetually insist on smelling like this. Somehow using it as a substitute for attraction, they change face creams and flavoured soaps daily in order to find that one that will remove the nagging doubt still hanging over their head that they are an aesthete’s nightmare.

Unfortunately, one of the rules of the universe applies here – ugly people who smell good are ugly. Their continual insistence on changing the aroma of their ugliness will change little. If only there was ‘self-esteem cream’ – but I digress…

A creature who worked in this shop must have been sizing me up the moment I slowed by the door, as she was at my side in an instant. This babbling British Mouseketeer positively oozed geniality – she knew a sucker when she saw one, and the gentleman with no hair staring incredulously at simple things like ‘soap’ was fair game. I only hope I can sell her a bottle of single malt one day, when she offends my sensibilities by pointing to the Laphroaig and asking “Is this good?”

In any case, I was treated to a whirlwind introduction to the wonderful world of bizarre, bizarre stinky stuff. In the first 30 seconds I saw enough yak’s milk buttock analyser, lost Himalayan Magyar fruit flavoured clitoral polisher and 37 ‘natural AND organic’ flavours of douche to last me the next year. It was unbelievable – if it comes naturally out of any animal or plant orifice, they’ll put it in a soap, weigh it, and charge you per hundred grams. All the products had a small treatise written about them and their purported effect, and the Mouseketeer seemed to know a few others besides. Overwhelmed, I named a flavour I felt comfortable with – “vanilla”.

Oops.

Immediately I was beset by suggestions – of course there was nothing that actually SMELT like vanilla but this one here was at least 35% coconut oil and it was guaranteed to perforate your skin with proto-lactin and twice on Sundays and there was this that had a hint of vanilla but it was more like a toenail balm but it has the same active ingredient as this body scrub that has inbuilt laser guidance and a persecution complex which had overtones of Meryl Streep… and so on, and so forth.

It was remarkable how seven or eight different smelling things off the shelf all contrived to become small, round and white when handed to me. Remarkably innocent looking, despite their ability to cure cancer and save the free world from epidemics while curdling goat’s milk to make cheese and playing the harmonica underwater with a side-order of coriander.

I paid for a few of the items that looked least dangerous and walked out, contriving a few jokes that got smiles rather than laughter, and went a small way to restoring my tattered and confused masculinity. I saw a soap that was designed for men that actually smelt good, and I was sorely tempted to try it, until I remembered that I had soap at home, and until now it had done a perfectly acceptable job of cleaning me… it wasn’t until I was out of the shop and further down the arcade that I realised my soap at home had never done anything for me, and couldn’t cook a three different veal dishes in under 20 minutes, and didn’t sing polkas while I scrubbed with it, and definitely didn’t perform vector analysis on the fractal patterns of moon rocks. But by then, it was too late to go back.

Why this female obsession with smell? What’s more, why these nth degree olfactory materials? Have you even smelt a yak, let alone yak butter? I think you’re getting very badly fleeced, that stuff is probably scraped off the middle-aged mailroom guy called Bernard.

A male cosmetic shop would have about 16 products, in a large square box on one wall. They would be labeled in rows “Smell Rich”, “Smell Sexy”, “Smell Dangerous” and “Smell Tough”. The columns would be the easily identifiable smells for the various products “Leather”, “Gun Oil”, “Clean” and “No Poof Smell At All”. When the shop was full, the “No Poof Smell At All” range would sell like hotcakes and many suspicious glances and dick jokes would be exchanged, an early opening would find single shoppers furtively buying the other scents. Around Christmas, the dispossessed heading to family reunions everywhere would be stocking up on the “Smell Rich” to avoid probing questions about occupation and success, the hopefully-to-be-could-probably-get-there-if-you-tried fuck festival called Valentine’s Day would sell the “Smell Sexy” hard… “Smell Dangerous” and “Smell Tough” would be bought by a continuous flow of edgy drifters with bulky packages under their coats who would sidle up and silently buy three or four at a time, while everyone else concentrated on staying out of their way.

And what would you call a male cosmetic shop?

"Smell Fuckable"

A fortune waiting to be made...

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Wrote this when the World Cup was on, a while ago

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For the first time in living memory, an animal rights issue is becoming quasi-international.

The World Cup being held in Korea is providing fuel to the fire of the idiot activists who insist that it is thoroughly immoral to eat cats and dogs. Like the Koreans do.

Now, I love my cat very much. I value independance of thought above most other things, and there is nothing that a cat does that is depdendant, especially half Siamese cats. When I was a four-year-old and I got the cat, which at the time looked like a very very small tiger and had a temperament accordingly, I was absolutely delighted. Why? Because it had balls. Extreme character. The kind Ted Nugent has. It was a small female cat, and it beat the shit out of other cats, neighbourhood dogs as big as labradors, water-rats, possums, large birds, not to mention the utter decimation of the local chapter of mice. It gave me my space, and after it slashed me across the face for blowing air in its face, I learned to give it space too, stupid little fuck that I was.

Children, never blow directly into the face of an angry cat to see its expression change. Cats are real, not bovine and forgiving like the emotionally clouded people you're surrounded by.

Now my cat is old, and content to lie in the sun all day like a discarded tiger-coloured carpet, and like any old person should be it is dozy and happy to just eat, sleep and generally enjoy itself being an utter slob after a life in pursuit of the massacre of other species. It is pathologically clean, no more moody than my girlfriend and provides me with endless amusement by waiting out the front of the house in the sun for strangers to pat it, then biting them when they invade its space.

However, the sight of shaven cats on sale in Peking, or the thought of eating Kitten Laksa doesn't bother me. The only thing I'm concerned about is what they're fed on - I'm not sure about the purity of the flesh of something that eats catfood... I want 100% organic grain-fed cat if I'm ever going to eat it. Pensioners are the only living entities who should eat catfood.

Indeed, how do I achieve this ridiculous separation of pet and pate fois gras? Rationality. Animals are outrageously treated every day, in ever part of the world. Animals are bred on outrageous amounts of resources, slaughtered inhumanely and have their bodies dismembered and packaged in plastic so we can make admiring noises over their sizzling flesh at barbeques. Dogs are dumped by uncaring people who think having an overbred show dog is like having an antique vase - you put it in a cage and remark to other specatularly materialist wankers how pretty it is. Pathetic contemptible suburban fantasy-dwelling cunts. Hopefully they'll be preyed on one day.

We kill and consume all sorts of animals daily. Tuna, lobsters, crabs, prawns and oysters are pillaged from the sea and eaten - often they are boiled alive, often they are eaten almost alive, or raw. Cows, chickens, goats, kangaroos, deer, tortured baby calves and cuddly-wuddly lambkins are shot directly through the face or electrocuted and then flayed to pieces by industrial knives and marinated by fat Greek men with big hair on prime-time cooking shows. Geese are overfed and slaughtered, diseased and suffering, so we can eat their organs. Dolphins are hooked in draglines and brutally drowned, bleeding out their stupid blowholes as they become a filler in cheap tuna. Flipper, eat your heart out, because I know for sure I already have.

From this list of mass inter-species genocide, singling out cats and dogs as inedible is beyond retarded. The moral argument is about as convincing as Ed Gein's defence counsel. Let's break the evidence down.

Surely it can't be about intelligence. What are the animals that have been trained to the highest levels of cognitive function? Grey parrots and chimpanzees. We eat neither. Why? They taste like shit.

Likewise, it can't be about important function. To science? No. They are not a viable part of any ecosystem, they have no unexplored function - vet science, like real science, follows the money... and cats and dogs have been fully probed to the extent where we know exactly how they work, there is no cancer cure hiding in a cat's spleen.

Emotive function to people? No again. I don't think anyone's proposing on rounding up all the dogs given to dying orphans called Jimmy on Christmas morning and turning them into puppy parfait. Maybe breeding them and killing them, like we do everything else.

It can't be about equitable treatment, our previous list of transgressions towards animals makes killing the odd pooch seem like a mass murderer getting a jaywalking ticket. To say absolutely nothing of the animals we kill for clothes, resources or sport. Or as a byproduct of land clearing. Let's not descend into moral relativism on that one.

What are we left with? It's because they're cute. People, not content with applying their sterile and superficial standards on other people, are applying them on animals. I used to have a pet spider when I was a kid, a three inch black hairy venomous beast of a funnelweb. It lived in a jam jar. It was the least cute thing in the entire world but I liked it because it could have killed me. I can only assume we're all attracted to different things because the people in Thailand who eat spiders do not give one quarter of one shit about me and my stupid spider, they're too busy eating their own. John was killed eventually, my mother 'retired' him - he was an unsafe toy and not in the kids-bow-and-arrow-set sense, in the "If it bites me, I die horribly in convulsions" way...

Something interesting about standards - in Thailand they eat grasshoppers, beetles and locusts too... I wonder what they taste like? Probably crunchy. Someone told me one that beetles in soy were tasty. Anyway, as usual, I digress.

At the end of the day, if every tuna was called Puggles, if every lobster was cute and furry and liked being scratched under the chin, if oysters had style and character and could fetch sticks, if cows kept pests down or guarded warehouses, the wet-behind-the-ears animal rights faggots would see them differently too. I have never seen a more vomitously emotive issue paraded through the media than this.

The sooner our good friends the Koreans can get back to the wholescale slaughter of cats and dogs and eating their faces in public, the sooner we can all forget this ridiculousness. A rack of dog ribs can't be less healthy than chicken nuggets, at any rate.

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I have registered www.farbeyondsane.com... Thank you to slayme for answering my retarded questions during this process.

Soon the heresy will have a new home.

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Yey...

I'm already sitting on pins!

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WE'RE IN FUCKING BUSINESS!!!!!!!

Click HNYAH!! -> www.farbeyondsane.com

Wait for the next few days to start seeing some structure and content.

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Start up page looks sweet, dude. Good job.

You should make the print bigger for us lazy folk

the home page looks excellent. just those two graphics ("enter" and "piss off") makes me anxious for the website to be complete.

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The Masturbate Over Far Beyond Sane Thread



I love it. I too, am anxious to see this beast in action.

well the slag link doesent work for me.


but nice layout...

I lied. It's not working.

I will be away until the 16th. Going to a conference. Again.

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yeah, i just noticed the link isnt working

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ive perfected the one-handed over hand knot condom tie over time as discribed in the porn rant..

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I can't believe you can do that! Maybe my fingers are too big or something...

In any case, my website is finally f'ing updated.

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I think Fight Club could sum up the some of the biggest problems in America. Heres some rants i gathered on how stupid society is in a ironic manner -

Only in America......are there handicap parking places in front
of a skating rink.

Only in America......do people order double cheeseburgers, large
fries, and a diet coke. (but glutony rules)

Only in America......do they have drive-up ATM machines with
Braille lettering.

On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping.

On a bag of Fritos: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary.
Details inside

On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness."

On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not
enable you to fly."

And my favorite:
On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet,
eat nuts."

"Who needs comfort? It's all goin down man"
"Martha Stewart..."
"FUCK Matha Stewart, Martha Stewart is polising brass on the titanic, its all goin down"

\m/ fight club \m/

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sane....hand size has nothing to do with it grasshopper. you must be skilled in the ways of the fornicator. and when you can overhand tie the ultra lubbed fuckin-rubber with one hand it is time for you to leave

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Damn, man. I don't use them rubber thangs these days.

I updated my website. Now I make fun of cripples too! Check the Dear Jim section for fun and frivolity.

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More updates. Joy.

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Like the Marquis de Sade, MY WRITING LIVES! Updated. Rather a good one too, if I do say so myself.

Oh, and check in a few days for my magnum opus aimed at the self-help industry in general.

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Finished an article on the "War" loosely based on what I wrote here a while ago.

Represent.

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that's some good shit there, sane.

Well, cheers.

Updated today.

Having great difficulty finishing an article about self-help for two reasons:

1) Not angry enough.
2) Started writing another war piece. (I know, another. Last one - promise.)

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Another update. I really enjoyed todays. I enjoy all things that are about porn.

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I UPDATE, THEREFORE I AM.

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Damn, sane. You know i think you are a genious, and after reading trough you site, i know it to!

Keep up the good work soldier.

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your links page don't have links man

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Don't complain atif... It's better than nothing...

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The links page is in, you melanosed sputum puddle.

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Got angry. Finished the loser piece. Stopped writing the war piece. War is so incredibly fucking boring.

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that was fuckin better than any war shit, i appreciated it

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noone has been telling u its shit so id better let u know that ur site is really shit and pointless and is boring as all fuk to read, sorry but its true, dont take it to personal

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Why would I take it personally? Look, it's your opinion and you're obviously a moronic one-track low-fi goat felching cockhead, so what's the problem?

I'm surprised you can read at all, you dribbling fucking baboon.

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yeah, slurp hius insides out, sane!

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Genius! Sane, if i was that type of guy, i would smear u in chocolate, and make a goat lick it of u!(This is positive)

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farbeyondsane is now my internet explorer home page

funniest shit ive read in a LOOONG time man!

meeek

wow awesome link page. now your website/phenomenon is complete.
what if this website actually gets famous, that would be interesting

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kill me sane

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Get out of my thread unless you have something useful to say.

I am changing the site format. It is giving me a fucking headache. I hate nerd things. I'd rather be hating.

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I just updated. I went completely batshit crazy tonight. I wrote it down.


Just re-read it. It's fucked up. I think I might take it down tomorrow. I'm drunk, tired, hungover and sick of being an adult already.

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I just read the fuck-the-world pice u wrote sane, and there is one book you should read: "The Dice Man", by Luke Rhinehart. I think it's kind of what you meant in the end of the fuck-the-world pice, or atleast it might be something like it... Any way it's a great book, and it was a nice pice of writing. Kepp up the good work mr. Adult...

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Update day!!

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i bet far beyond sane took alot of amphetamines today...

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Right prediction. Wrong drug.

UPDATE!!

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ok then, beer?

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thats what im thinking beer but in your links page you did not include our cozy little hell hole here why did you choice to ommit it ?

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Clever man.

The links page isn't exactly comprehensive. Didn't I put Metaltabs in?

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yeah, wrong man, and my site's missing too

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ANOTHER UPDATE! I AM SO RETARDED!

More coming and all. Damn brain.

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Well, I never really stopped writing, I just stopped updating my site and let the little fucker flow away into the dross of the internet.

However, I have obtained myself a very simply formatted site and BLAMMO! Back in business.

It is not pretty or complicated. It is, however, going to be rather unpleasant.

Billingsgate - where bad verbs go to die

Enj.

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lol. good shit man.

Legendary stuff. wow this thread is old.

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you're old, BITCH


OHHHHH, BUUURRRRNNNNEEEDD

i pretty much agree with the first post on this thread. we've been genetically engineering foods since the native americans were crossing strains of corn and maize. i don't think anyone really got credit for it though until that monk guy in the 1800s with the pea plants. the only difference is that these types of engineering were done in the field instead of the lab, but they all boil down to the same thing. you are deliberately fucking with nature to raise crops of a favorable strain, and i say more power to them. i have no fucking problem with that. humans run this planet and that's just how it is.

the only thing i do have a problem with is when certain companies start using their patents for gen. eng. foods to break down the smaller farms and family owned crops. take the guys who made round-up, a powerful herbicide that kills pretty much everything that grows. the guys at round-up created a gen. eng. soybean that was immune to round-up. they then patented the soybean and sold the beans to farmers here in the U.S. well, to keep up with competition driven by lower costs for killing weeds due to just once a year spraying of round-up, farmers had to purchase these beans to keep from being driven out of business.

now for the shitty part. you can only buy the stock for these beans from round-up, and after each year, whatever crops are not harvested have to be completely destroyed. then you have to buy a completely new stock FROM round-up to start a new crop instead of raising beans from the ones you've already grown that are left over at the end of the year. and round-up takes this shit serious. if you decide not to purchase round-up ready beans the next year, then they send inspectors to your fields to make sure absolutely no DNA evidence remains. is it impossible to manually remove all traces of round-up ready DNA you ask? Yes. That is why if you wish to stop purchasing from round-up, your fields have to remain fallow for the next 3-4 years, only after completely burning everything in sight to incinerate any remaining DNA. If round-up ready DNA is found on your fields and you are not currently under contract for purchasing round-up ready soy beans, you can be sued for pretty much everything you own by the company. so farmers now are being forced because of competition sake to make a deal with the devil so to speak.

so this is my gripe with gen eng foods. it has nothing to do with their safety. to me its an issue of whether an entity should be allowed to patent another living organism. we'll probably see a lot more of this shit in the future also.

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ha ha, nice f_b_s
if you care for suggestions, then i think it would be niffty if you wrote a little paragraph about why you hate them. e.g.
#43 Any teenage goth who writes poetry
........"Bliss, ignorance, the world hates me, i am so lonely, where is my razor" You would have found your razor and helped cure the world of stupidity by now if you didnt wate time trying to get attention because your parents don't love you.

well, something like that, but im sure if you did it there would be a variety of inventive, offensive words.

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What the...?

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ha ha ha, if your profiles are acurate, then he is older than you.

damn. you're right.

Haha, yeah, so.. still it made no sense did it.

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i was refering to how you said "wow this thread is old", and, being the immature loser that i am, i came back with the classic "YOURE OLD"

Let's play a guessing game.

Guess who got a new domain name.
Guess who got a ton of new stuff to put up.
Guess who, against his better judgment, is publishing his shite again.

Wrong. It's not Richard Simmons.
Wrong again. It's not The Green River Killer.

It's fucking ME, you whoreson cornholer.

A word on the name - Doctor Cuntsworthy will be familiar to some of you. Another alter-ego, if you will. He's like me... but worse.




Of course - the fucking link!

ENJOY.

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alright! bout time FBS, your banner and buttons arent coming up for me though....

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Excellent, Herr Doctor!

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Still a shell site. Give me some time - as much as you might think I'm so transparently brilliant, nerd matters confuse me utterly and anything more complicated than an HTML tag pushes the clutch pedal on my brain. I need a webmaster who isn't a complete fucking moron like me.

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The offical "I gizzed my pants reply".

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haha, I can see you sitting there, your eye just twitching-the veins on your head pumping insanly and you punch a hole in the damn computer screen

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This is fucking awesome! Its a source for inspiratioN!

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An official update - it's online, it's working (thanks to the intervention of clever people who are not me) and it's getting content right. the. fuck. now.

Yay.

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yay

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I went to your site, and in finding no content, decided maybe nobody had quite asked you for any advice yet. I decided to get things started by asking you for some advice about my relationship with my best friend. When you read this, trust me, you will be overwhelmed with how much you have to work with. You will have a blast when you see it. Don't take it too seriously, it's all in good fun.

Don't be a cunt, remember- I really need your advice!

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Take it too seriously? It gave me warm feelings, and not of the leaky bladder variety.

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sane, your site's not running, dude.

I like the total lack of design, and the unpleasant spacing of the comments.

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Bollocks. It's definitely running. I've been dicking with it all morning.




With a total lack of webdesign skill, you too can have a piece of cybershit just like me.

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Isn't that all we wanted when we were young?

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I wanted to be a Culinary Specialist (pizza delivery man) or a Waste Management Technician (trash man) when I was a kid. Damn those dreams that don't come true!

I also wanted a van, but that's neither here nor there.

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Love the site dude! Awsome! Just fucking awsome

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i like to complain too

Anybody who types "u" instead of you. I don't care if I've said this before. U is not a word. You is. ADD TWO LETTERS.

Weightloss commercials. Now most people I talk to also dislike these. But seriously, somebody has to be buying this garbage for there to be a constant barrage of new commercials weekly. If there was some magic pill that made you lose 80 pounds in a week it would be on every news show in America. Think for a little bit. Image if there is an exercise machine that worked out every muscle in your body and required only 3 minutes of use. Try and pretend that it really works. Now, why would this thing be advertised at 11:30 PM for half an hour on UPN? Wouldn't it be all over the place? Why do you idiots continue to stock up on this garbage?

Whenver I watch IMUS in the morning, there's always adds for MSNBC.



IMUS is broadcasted on MSNBC.


WHY?! What advertising executive came up with the bright idea to advertise your channel on your own channel?

Gum. Gum is ok every now and then, but for the most part all it does is make your next meal taste minty. Besides, the whole point of putting something in your mouth is eating it, not chewing for a while then getting rid of it.

"Sally has a jar of 20 jelly beans. She only likes orange jelly beans. There are 5 orange, 5 lime, 5 licorice and 5 grape. How many does she have to pull before she is guaranteed an orange flavored jelly bean?" Find a better premise for your math problem. The reason they color jelly beans is specifically this, so that little Sally doesnt have to solve a math problem every time she wants an orange one.

Shirts that say "quality manufactured outwear/apparel/goods". Just because your t shirt costs 40 bucks doesn't make it a quality manufactured outerwear garment for sports activites. I want to see a t shirt that says "This cost 5 bucks at walmart and is made out of half polyster." That'd be great.

"Coinkydink". It's not a word, stop it.

Cuckoo clocks. Why would someone want a clock that sounds like a bird? Why do people like clocks that make noise in general? If a guy followed you around your house and tapped you on the shoulder every 15 minutes and said "hey man, 15 minutes just passed" you'd kick him out of the house. But when it's a piece of wood on the wall it's admirable.

Good charlotte, all pop punk, pop ups more than anything, school, teachers who don't know what they are talking about, teachers who can't teach, block scheduling, summer heat, humidity, when tv channels move the times of my favorite shows around, when football games run into the simpsons on fox,when air conditioners don't work, viruses, the GATOR company for all it's irritating spyware, when computers don't work,changing guitar strings,updating this, most people, the kids that walk around in the mall wearing korn hoodies that think they're so hardcore, the 20 year olds that hang out at the dance dance machine all day long (Get a job), people who talk to much, people who i don't know IMing me, faking a smile, fake laughing, paying attention to people, slipknot, any form of music that fakes what it is, people who don't respect other people, thunder and lightning at night time, going to phsyical therapy, rain when it's not supposed to, loosing money at the track,hiccups, moths and bees and spiders, bloody noses, telemarketers, going to the doctors,


Rap songs that revolve around one sound or word. That new r kelley song is a perfect example.
Eating lunch at 10 in the morning.
In my flex there's 29 people on c days, and 7 on a days. Why wouldn't they switch the schedules around to even things out?The typical IM conversation: Hey, Hey, what's up? nothing much you? nothing. End of conversation. Don't bother me unless you have something to ask or say.
When roadrunner goes down. No one pays a premium for constant internet access to have it shut down every now and then.
Font that hurts your eyes. Like pink on green.
www._____.cjb.net popups.
Viruses, trojans,worms. Any computer problems.
Being alergic to things.
Having to wait 80 minutes for a class to end.
People Who Type With All Capital Letters Because They Think They Are Smart.
People who say they play an instrument but really don't.
People who say they listen to all kinds of music. What they mean is they switch between MTV and VH1.
Movies that last too long.
People that have no self confidence at all.
Anyone who laughs too hard at a joke.
People who write all over their bookbag with white out.
Taking foreign languages like French and Spanish.

Bands with bad singers. Why are people still listening to bands with singers that can't hold a note for more then a second or carry a tune?

The smell of cheap leather.

Any band that incorporates religion into music, be it for or against. Mostly for. Christian music is terrible. You can ALWAYS tell it's a Christian band.

Poor production on cds. We live in an age of digital editing, get it together and record something where you can hear the instruments seperately.

Anybody who thinks death metal is "gothic". It's an entirely different genre, before you make jokes about me wanting to kill myself or listening to korn learn about the music.

Anyone who says something was "schizo".

Anyone who puts "zz" or talks like they're from "the hood". Even if you're just kidding and think you're funny. You aren't. It isn't funny. Knock it off, moron.

Anyone who says a person is "on crack". No, they aren't. Also not funny. Once again: Knock it off, moron.

People who wear pajammas to school. Get up, shower, get dressed. Slob.

People who ask questions merely to break the silence.

Jokes about Martha Stewart decorating her jail cell. It was NOT funny the first time. It definately isn't funny hearing it for at least the 50th time.

The people that walk down the hallways and rap to themselves. What are you thinking? You steal lines from other people, you stumble with words and make a fool of yourself. You aren't a professional. I don't want to hear your shrill voice rapping about your rims and guns at 8 in the morning. Especially because you don't have either.

Anybody who quotes the Chapple show. Every day at least 2 or 3 times I hear someone imitate Chappelle immitating Rick James or Lil jon.

People talking about Bush. So many people who don't know a thing about politics complain about Bush. SHUT UP. He's not a good president. But you don't know a thing about him. Unless you study politics I don't want to hear a word from you about how he's raising taxs or complaining about the war. If I could vote I would seriously consider voting for Bush just to spite you ignorant, whining morons.

NEW

When people say hello to you when you're a far ways away. It's bad enough being polite to someone I don't know, but I really don't want to have some idiot say hi when they're a good 20 feet down the hall. Then you have to pretend like you're looking at something on the walls.

The whole trend of things being "random". Everyone thinks it's so funny when people do something "random". The new Quizno's commercials are a good example, people love them because they're random. The MTV "Wake up" things in the morning are another good example.

Shirts that promote jobs/places. YOU DIDN'T WORK AS A SO CAL LIFEGUARD. DON'T WEAR A SHIRT THAT SAYS YOU DID.

Lag on Socom II. Either get a decent connection or don't play. I realize most people don't play video games and have no idea what I'm talking about , but there are few things worse than getting shot from around a corner because someone has a terrible connection.

William Hung. He isn't funny. He's obviously retarded or mentally challenged, but retarded people who can't sing well are all over. Why'd he get famous? I'm sick of seeing his face all over everything.

The whole fascination with things from the 70's and 80's. All the stupid pants and the slang is getting popular again. Along with the movies and tv shows. They were boring back then, now they're boring and dated.

Hippies. I hate everything about hippies. Their clothes,hair,music, ideas, attitudes.



Any kind of fidgeting. Tapping your fingers, whistling, humming, all of it. Sit still and act like you're older than 4.

Kill Bill. I just watched that movie, and I think it's the worst movie i've seen in the past 4-5 years. Absolutely terrible plot, extremely forced dialogue, and it was so tedious and deliberate that even the fight scenes were boring. You don't care about the main character (I think they actually bleeped out the name for some idiotic reason). The movie just goes along with the current obsession over all things Asian. Anime, books, culture. I'm sick of seeing it. If you love Japan so much move there. I'm off topic here....back to my main point: don't ever see this movie.

When people talk and it sounds like every thing they say ends in a question mark.

People bragging about how they drink coffee. Drinking coffee does NOT make you cool. Just becuase your parents let you have a little sip in the morning does not make you an adult. Even if drinking coffee did make you cool, I would reign supreme because I've been drinking it since i was in kindergarten.

When someone is reading something they want to tell you about, but instead of turning around and telling you what they're reading they laugh or read outloud so you have to ask them. It's always about something you don't care about too.

When someone walks into the classroom and closes the window. When it's 80 degrees the window is open for a reason. If you're too much of a sissy to sit next to a window thats open less than 3 inches move up to the front.

Old people. Everytime I watch tv (the only tv worth watching is IMUS IN THE MORNING) I see a commercial or movie ad with an old person doing something you wouldn't expect. Old people are not funny, neither is seeing them doing things like standing on a heating vent or flipping people off.

People asking me for stuff. No, you can't borrow a piece of paper. Yes, I have more than 50 pieces right infront of me. It's the principle:you're such an idiot you can't remember to bring paper to school. You know what happens if you don't remember to bring your equipment to work? FIRED. I only wish you could get fired from school for being lazy moocher.

Everytime the phone rings in class some idiot always says "I didn't do it!". Either this person saw the Simpsons once or wants everyone to think they're cool and a rebel. Either way I hate them and their pathetic attempt to fit in.

B.E.T. commercials. Why are you always hollering? Calm down.

Fighting. It doesn't happen as much as it used to, but people fight over the most idiotic things. It's always at least one "wigger" invovlved, trying to show that he's a toughguy by fighting with them. I wish they were older so they'd get put in jail.

Kids playing outside. Where I live is surrounded by little kids that are about 9 and they all love playing outside. All they do is scream and holler and get all excited over their games. When I was 9 I didn't play baseball in the street and get in everyone's way. I played Grand Theft Auto.

People cutting down trees. Just about everyone in my neighborhood has gotten the bright idea to cut down trees. Now not only do I have a better view of your house and you in your backyard I get the pleasure of hearing a chainsaw for at least one day. You bought a house in a neighborhood that used to be a FOREST. FOREST MEANS TREES. MOVE TO THE MID WEST IF YOU DON'T LIKE TREES. This also goes for people who de-limb trees. Everytime you take a limb off a tree someone should take a limb off you. And no, this is no because I'm a tree hugger. It's because I'm sick of hearing chainsaws going all day long.

When anyone belittles the weather. If it's 90 out and I comment on it, I don't want you to respond with something like "yeah, it's pretty warm."

Whistling or singing along, you can't sing as well as the original vocalist. Show that you know the music by doing something less irritating.

When a teacher yells at the class for something the other class did. "THERE IS A BACK TO THIS TEST." "RINSE OUT THE GLASSES".

Anyone who doesn't know how to use a stereo. The kind of person that puts a cd in and then hits whatever the preset is, like "rock" or "classical". If you don't have a discerning enough ear to hate the presets you shouldn't be allowed to listen to music.

Moods. Anybody who has moods. Instead of developing an interesting personality or having anything interesting to say they have mood swings so you have to talk to them. Usually they complain about being tired or really nervous about a test. Sleep and study, and don't pester me.

When you're talking to someone and they say "That's gotta be ____". Problem #1.)You're talking to me. Problem 2.)There is no way to reply to this. You can say "yeah" and that kills the conversation. You can say "no" and that makes the other person(rightfully so) feel like an idiot.

Going along with my moods hate: emotions. I hate people who have emotions almost as much as people who have moods. I can go for months at a time without feeling emotions. I defiantely don't inflict them on other people. If you have to be a little sissy and have emotions don't take them out on me.

Little soda cans. Apparently they're a new product, instead of a already small can of soda they now sell soda cans cut in half. This is one of the most idiotic things ive ever seen. What is the point of drinking half a can of soda, especially because its always diet,caffeine-free. What a stupid idea. Be a man about it and either dont drink any or drink a whole can. This is just one more way companies are encouraging the sissy ways of our society.

Cell phones. It's bad enough when one goes off in a restaurant, but now just about every kid in school has one. AND they go off in the middle of class. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? NOBODY IS IMPRESSED BY YOUR DECISION TO SPEND 300 DOLLARS ON A PIECE OF PLASTIC. NOBODY THINKS YOU'RE COOL BECAUSE YOU GOT SHAFTED BY NOKIA.

People who drop pencils or pieces of paper in class, then have the audacity to expect me to pick it up. First of all, that's not gonna happen. Second...if you weren't a squirmy little brat this wouldn't be a problem in the first place.

Most people's profiles on AIM. It's always the same thing,that one idiotic "if you cut my throat i'd bleed on your shirt" quote. That and those pointless "....copy into profile" ones. Try listening to a different band for once.

Translations on tv. Everytime I see a person speaking a foreign language on tv there's always somebody talking over the voice and translating it as the person speaks, and the translator usually has an accent too. Why wouldn't they eliminate the foreign language, have somebody translate it, then have the newscaster read the translation?

When somebody types like this: OMG LOL0rZ IM A NOEBZ!111 thinking they are funny. It isn't funny at all, everybody has seen it, nobody actually types like that anyways.

Pig tails. Could you make your hair any more hideous?

Anti-drug commercials. Seriously, what are these trying to accomplish? Show the video of the little girl getting hit by a car and the reaction of a teenager will ALWAYS be laughter.

Low-carb. Again:shut up. I don't want to hear about your low carb bread or amazing new diet.

"Diversity" and "Embracing Others". I've been told that I should appreciate and respect people who dress and act different. I don't. If you're going to put your hair in big stupid spikes and wear pseudo gothic t-shirts and capris there is no way I'm going to appreciate your personality, or even talk to you. Anybody who relies on image to portray their inner self is a complete waste of time. Your "stare at me i might do tricks" t shirt doesn't express yourself anymore than my regular shirt. These people have such weak personalities they need someone elses ideas to get attention. Then if you mention what they're wearing to them they always get all defensive. If you wear a red scarf and a three sizes too small shirt I'm gonna call you on it. And yet it's the morons with the dog collars on that always end up getting defended by the adults.

People who walk around with their eyes half shut.

Nature. Nature is so ridiculously over-complicated its hard to even comprehend. Why are there plants that require a certain amount of sunlight and temperature? Why are there animals that live on ONE PLANT ALONE? It would be so much more simple for everything to have evolved to have one producer, one consumer and one decomposer. That could live anywhere, that way you wouldnt have thousands of species that occupy tiny little segments of the world.


full on rants

good charlotte:
I hate this band. In fact, I hate them so much I'm having a hard time figuring out where to start. Well, punk is music that is rebellios, offensive, and should be short and catchy, to keep the attention of the average punk music fan (hard task).It takes pride in knowing that just about anyone with a few fingers and an instrument could play and create this "music". Why, I'm not sure. But anyways, Good Charlotte is a walking contradiction to everything that is "Punk". Very rich, annoying, and full of themselves. Why is it that they can get away with this? 'Cause we let them. No one ever thinks about why there's music like this circulating. It's because musical standards have been lowering and lowering as the years pass. Look at classical music, the real starting point of music. Then look at Good Charlotte. See? And of course, with any rule there are exceptions. Good charlotte are the most pathetic, over produced, irritating, conceited band to ever labeled themselves punk. I was watching an interview on CNN with benji and joel talking about their hard child hood. They mentioned their dad leaving them when they were little, and how angst-filled they were about this tragic event. First of all, with the way they dress and act, it's obvious they never had someone to straighten them out as a kid. Secondly, if I was unfortunate enough to father to brats like that, I sure wouldn't leave. I'd stick around and beat some sense into them every time they did something stupid. I also noticed that they have tears tatooed onto their eyes and cheeks. What're you crying about? Mercedes dealer run out of cars? Almost as bad as the band themselves is their followers. You know the kids with the red plad pants and the dorky looking hair, and they all reek pretty bad, too. And, a lot of them carry thoose stupid purse things instead of a real bookbag. And, to make themselves appear even MORE Hardcore, the purse is covered with pins promoting bands like "NOFX" and "GC" and "GREENDAY" and "BLINK". You probably recognize "This is the anthem, throw all your hands up, I don't wanna be like you". Why do these easily led sheep fail to see the irony in this? They ARE being just like everyone else! These days, it's people that wear american eagle clothes that are in the minority. I can only reassure myself that this is just another,horrible,horrible,horrible trend that will fade away. I don't really have a problem with real punk music, and I don't hate the average punk listener. What irritates me the most is people that pretend to be hardcore, but really are about as hardcore as N*SYNC, just the band tag is written in old english font.

Go to a store, and buy as many GC cds as you can, and break them. Better yet, shoplift them. That way GC doesn't get any money from it.

goths/political kids
I hate these kids. The ones with the black hair and clothes and that kinda thing. Here's why-

The music- They think they're hardcore and anti people and anarchist and everything else that they aren't just because they listen to KRABATHOR and DIMMU BORGIR and HELLVOMIT. Huh, with names like that, they MUST be heavy! Oh wait, it's just cheesy 80s metal drowned in keyboards, fake drumming blast beats, and fake vocals. Some real talent there. Just 'cause a band stands for something you like, doesn't mean the music is good. Try listening to some good metal, moron.

The clothes- Thoose really unique JNCO pants you buy from hot topic make you elite. You're special. You went to the mall just like everybody else to buy clothes. You are no different from someone who shops in abercrombie. These days, to make a statement, you'd have to go pretty far. Maybe wearing a diaper and a bow tie to school would make you hardcore. Cause that'd be different. But, just like the punk kids, the whole goth thing is just another trend, no different from anyother. Sorry, you're in the same boat as NSYNC fans on this one.

The hair- You've seen the little smug brats with their ridiculous hair. Looks like they haven't washed it in about a month, all greasy and shiny. Then they decide they're going to do something really stupid, to make a statement. Sometimes its get all your hair cut except your bangs. Sometimes its make really big irritating spikes. Whatever it is, whenver you see one of these idiots walking around, their hair looks equal parts disgusting and stupid.

Their attitude- Well, it depends on the kid. They don't think of themselves of anything but hardcore. Don't buy it. Chances are, they're just like you and me. Go home, eat dinner, maybe go out to a movie, maybe get allowance and "buy" something for yourself. It's all the parent's money. They get food, housing, clothes, everything they want, and their parents foot the bill. Luckily, the way they dress, the change clothes only once a week or so, so it's not costing the parents to much. But regardless, we live in middle class white bread suburbia. Stop compaining so much. And cut it out with the vampire thing. Then there's the kind that basks in self-importance, and walks down the hall way with their cliquy friends, making fun of everything they see.

I'm so sick and tired of this ridiculous goth garbage. Stop acting like a fool, grow up, get rid of the attitude, hair, clothes, and for the love of god get rid of that music, and stop being so immature.
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I hate political kids. The 15 year olds that complain about president Bush, the war in Iraq, or even worse, the ones that say we should be anarchists, and draw the anarchy symbol all over everything. First of all, any 15 year old has absolutely nothing to complain about, unless a relative/family friend is in the war. And, none of them follow the news at all, they just listen to their parents complain about things, and then repeat it in a dumbed-down version. Even worse are the kids who attempted to protest for peace back in March. Absolutely no one cares what the opinion of an uneducated and unintelligent teenager is. World politics and relationships are some of the most complicated and intricate things in the world, yet teenagers seem to have it all figured out.

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^ That is by far the longest post I've ever read.

^^ You got issues

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Where did you get that list tranny? I read it somewhere before..

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its in my subprofile on aim and ive posted it one before


and nah, i dont have issues. im an observer

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I was tempted to quote your whole post and reply "Oh". But I think that would crash the server. Damn, you don't like a lot of things do you? You need a hug. I need a hug. Let's synergize.

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hahaha yeah, i really dont like much


at least we aren't alone!

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I LOVE to HATE.

haha

Things that can't stand:

That blubbering Vagina Bill O'Riley. That two faced sack of shit wouldn't know fair and balanced if it bit him in the ass. Speaking of which, I hate the entire Fox News Channel, minus Neal Cavuto, because he isn't an Extreme Right Wing cock ass like the rest of his co-workers. Especially Sean Hannity. What a douche.

Tampon Commercials. The next time I'm enjoying a nice family get together, and have to hear my 4 year old cousin ask my grandfather very loudly "WHATS UH TAMEPON?" I swear to you, I'll kill myself.

Women. Minus the whole helping of the propagating the human race, they are useless windbags but nothing better to do than bitch about housework that isn't done, and then get emotional when you finally tell her to shut her fucking mouth. Eat shit you waste of fucking sperm. (note, spousal abuse is fucking wrong. Just figure I'd save the time on that one).

People who think they are better than others. While most of you peg me as one of these people, I'm merely here for comic relief, and an occasional fuck up where my brain lapses, and I say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Back to the subject at hand. People who think they are better than everyone else are usually the people you see running around the locker room in gym class, snapping towels on other guys asses. They are a pain in the ass (no pun intended).

Homophobics and anti-gay people. Do I really have to explain this? Anyone who uses faggot as an insult meaning someone prefers men, is a fucking moron and should have his phallus ripped off with a rusty spoon. What kind of morons have a problem with someone's sexual preference? Asinine if you ask me.

Time to beat off. I'm done.

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Concerning the first paragraph, neither do I know or give a fuck who Bill O'Reiley is, but I'm glad you got that off your chest.

Women? I assume you are talking about your mother, it's either that or some erotic fantasy of domination that you have blurted out in a moment of hopeless denial. If you have issues with your mother, talk them over with her, perhaps even give her a hug.

Every single person in this world thinks they are better than something or other, and some people go as far as to think they are better than everyone else. Give them a smack in the face the next time they pain your ass, otherwise, run.

As for homosexuals, I don't care whether they scream like wether's, as long as it doesn't disturb me or other like-minded people.