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Urgh! Fuck!: A thread for untamed hate and anger [PICS]

 
  

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Grey Area
16:24 / 17.05.04
You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid undergraduates. Have you actually bothered to listen to anything I have said all semester? Of course not. Nor was it in your interest to come to the revision class. Obviously. That's why I've spent the last two hours trying to read your scrawling handwriting that looks as if the pen was held like a dagger being thrust into the near-dead soul of critical thinking. That's why none of you have answered the fucking exam questions! Not only did you manage to not write your name on the front of the exam booklet, you also managed to write 'question 4' at the top and proceed to answer question three. And you got it wrong. You do not know the difference between 'there' and 'their', or 'were' and 'where'. You do not know how to spell meant, privatisation, objective, hugely, micro, adequate...in fact most of the words in the English language will forever be a mystery to you. You do not know how to use use apostrophes, commas, periods and hyphens. You use textspeak in your sentences, replacing 'and' with '+' and 'you' with 'u'. You routinely place the end of a sentence at the start, or forget where you are in the sentence after five words and therefore put the exact thing you started with at the end. You insist on using phrases such as 'done away with', 'got seen to' and 'so it is' that identify you as a country yokel playing at being at university. You do not finish your sentences. You shift between tenses like a drunken, Scandinavian slalom skier. You use three, four or five words where one would have done. Instead of appearing sage, wise and intelligent, you look like a moron. Congratulations.
 
 
Triplets
17:07 / 17.05.04
The cane is in full effect in Grey's lectures.
 
 
Olulabelle
22:30 / 21.05.04
Where the sodding hell is the wandering notebook? In fact where are either of them?

Keeping them moving round the world appears to be like trying to shift an elephant by pushing it's arse end with a feather.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
01:53 / 23.05.04
Okay, so I fully accept that I'm in charge of clients dealing with cars and the environment. But what in the name of Christ possessed them to put on a big fucking motor show the same weekend as the Chelsea sodding Flower Show? Do you have ANY FUCKING IDEA how many column inches they're taking up, and therefore how much they're adding to MY, yes, MY workload? How the fuck am I supposed to be lazy, eh? Eh? Riddle me fucking THAT, Batman.
 
 
Ganesh
09:43 / 02.06.04
Do I have shit professional timing? Why is it that, whenever I reach the next career level, I do so just in time for the UK Government to introduce a whole new tranch of audit/appraisal/clinical governance form-filling shite? I mean, I have nothing against the principle of ongoing peer appraisal - but surely something could be devised that's more than a cynical paper exercise? I've been told I should start assembling my "portfolio" for 2005, when I'll be expected to morph into that loathsome, articifially-perky version of myself with a set of carefully-considered "aims and objectives" for my "continuing professional development" to show that, every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better and better and better and no, I honestly don't ever plan on mass-murdering my patients, Shipman-style, and honestly, I really would tell you now if I did.

Pah. Pah pah pah.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
10:20 / 02.06.04
Geoffrey Boycott.

There I am, pleasantly adrift in an afternoon's cricket and Geoffrey, 'ee bah gum, it's not like it were in mah day' Boycott appears like a particularly pick-resistant zit.

No it isn't like it was, Geoff. Even yorkshire let black people in these days. And the Rebel Tour is generally agreed to have been a wrong wrong thing. (Did you know that the wankface did the bulk of the organising for that whilst on tour in India?)

This is called evolution, Geoffrey. Now please die.
 
 
Ganesh
10:31 / 02.06.04
And the fucking English fucking property fucking market. I reckon that the Stressful Life Events scale, with 'moving house' up there at number three, needs to be amended to 'moving house under the English fucking property fucking system', because, by comparison, moving house in Scotland (and, I daresay, elsewhere in the UK) is a doddle.

It was a big enough pain in the arse without the vendor having the bad manners to die suddenly, leaving us in pre-contractual limbo while the whole thing inches unhurriedly through probate. By the time that's achieved, we'll probably have to renegotiate our mortgage terms.

Bastardy bastards.
 
 
sleazenation
13:46 / 09.06.04
Cunting Fuck, but I'm angry today - Fuck Euro 1004- I fucking hate football and I'[m fucking livid that every shop and pub seems to think that I Should be massively interested in the rancid old dog turn of a sporting competition.

Cunts.

And I'm also angry that I can't find any info about 19th century betting at horse racing tracks....
 
 
Olulabelle
21:23 / 10.06.04
FUCK THE FUCK OFF with your pompous 'I've been on a course in assertiveness' bullshit pap psychology sentences such as: As none of this was vindictive I am just not going to feel guilty and I suggest you try to keep things in perspective for the reasons I've given. Brooding on what's done and saying "It is now rendered a sad and traumatic thing for me, instead of the joyful thing it should have been" is extremely counter-productive for you.

No, no, no, no, no. Those words are so very far from what you should have been saying, which was in fact just 'sorry'. Once. Nicely.
 
 
Lord Morgue
11:58 / 11.06.04
I hate lazy-ass store managers who think just because it's their last day on the job they can not do any work and just sit in their office eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts and whacking off to that stack of porn they think we don't all know about and leave a shitload of customer orders undone so two weeks later we're still getting irate customers raging "where's our groceries?", quite legitimately, I might add, just because our fat bloated Stay Puft marshmallow man of a boss couldn't be arsed showing a little class on his last day...
 
 
Spaniel
12:07 / 11.06.04
Mate, I have never shown any class on my last day in a job.

Doesn't mean you can't be pissed off, however.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
16:02 / 21.06.04
Fucking Hormones. Fucking PMT, which appears to have morphed into Bengali-feels-shit-before-during-and-after-Menstrual-Tension.

Fuck being pointlessly angry/tear/vomity/achy/angryangryangry when I DON'T NEED ANY OF THIS PLUMBING ANYWAYYYYYYYYY



FUCK FERTILITY. I WANT OUT.
 
 
bitchiekittie
16:49 / 21.06.04
you had better get out of my way. you. yes, you. now, I realize you may have absolutely nothing to look forward to in your entire miserable life - judging by the looks of you, this is a likely and justifiable scenario. I realize that such a cavernous deficiency might require not much of a fucking hurry. I really do appreciate the fact that moving your sorry ass might result in you having to face the grim, wretched fate awaiting you at the end of your journey a little sooner. I truly do.

but have a little, tiny shred of consideration for those of us who have things ahead of us worth moving towards, and fucking move your deplorable self to your bleak existence at whatever plodding course you like.

(I put this here as I know my ongoing rage was utterly out of place and unreasonable, but had to be spewed before I gagged on it. I HATE THOSE PEOPLE. also those people who have to rush the elevator as soon as the doors open without bothering to see if anyone, yknow, might want to get out!)
 
 
Sax
16:56 / 21.06.04
It's raining.
 
 
Grey Area
18:41 / 21.06.04
First the vaunted child research unit that was meant to deliver 150 diadic questionnaires in 'three to four weeks' takes two sodding months to deliver seven, SEVEN fucking questionnaires.

Then I have to move from the flat I was very comfortable in, thank-you very much, to a flat 30 metres away. It takes the fucking administration a fortnight plus three to get my phone line moved, fix the radiator that was pumping out 5+ heat during the hottest weekend so far, chaulk the leaking shower cubicle and replace the fridge that thinks it's a freezer and turns £40 worth of vegetables into mush.

My laptop dies. My car's making a funny noise. I look set to spend more time in this fucking hinterland of a province than I thought I'd have to. I can't get the car MOT'd because the fuckers are on strike. Nobody wants to answer my call for interview volunteers. The useless wankers in the library have lost the interlibrary loan I returned weeks ago so now I can't request anymore books from the British Library. A black hole seems to have opened up and swallowed most of my bank account.

WHAT THE FUCK? I mean really? What the fuck? A week ago things were OK. Now they're shit and look set to get worse. What the fucking fuck is going on in my fucking life that not even the smallest fucking detail can fucking sort itself the fuck out the way I fucking want it to? I swear to fucking christ, if one more fucking thing goes fucking wrong this week I am going to fuck off and fucking kill the next fuck who fucks me off.

Fuck.
 
 
40%
20:46 / 21.06.04
I know, I know, you're not supposed to try and cheer people up here (or indeed lecture them), but...

Grey Area - you have a interesting and unique character that stands out immediately. You talk in a way that makes people want to listen. Lady luck may fuck you around from time to time, but you still get to be you. Fuck your circumstances. Just put your foot up the world's ass and laugh.
 
 
Mazarine
01:17 / 22.06.04
I suck. Lord how I suck. My one remaining responsibility: go to class. That's it. And it's an amazing fucking class, I enjoy it so much. But I looked at the clock today and it was ending in ten minutes and I wasn't there. I'm really, really, really dumb. A fuckwit. An idjit. A morrrrrrron. An imbecile.
 
 
Saint Keggers
01:36 / 22.06.04
Angel season one box set isnt available in widescreen! Basards!
 
 
wembley can change in 28 days
03:53 / 22.06.04
arrrgh fuck! the lovely folks at www.womenact.org fucking SNAPPED UP MY DOMAIN!

-the blogger formerly known as happeningfish.org
 
 
Bed Head
22:58 / 06.07.04
Gaaahh. It doesn’t even matter, but I went to the Sage Building in Gateshead yesterday. Tagged along with somebody who was delivering something heavy and cumbersome to the site, and we got to don hard hats and cart our delivery all the way inside and have ourselves a good nosy around, and oh. My. God. It’s a bloody amazing building. But, can I find anywhere online a single photo that is worth posting on Barbelith, that shows off just how fab and shiny and sci-fi it really is? No, of course I can’t. Fucking google. Fucking computers. Fucking stupid frizzly tired brain of mine.
 
 
Axolotl
11:38 / 07.07.04
Stupid solicitor going on holiday. Stupid company making me do his work despite not having any legal qualifications or training. Stupid company not giving me complete or correct information to do that work. Stupid me for doing this job despite it not fulfilling me in any way shape or form. I've been here nearly a whole year when it was only supposed to be a bloody temp job.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
12:18 / 07.07.04
If you are through an agency, now is the time to phone them up and explain that you are working way above the job description and for that you need to be getting a pay raise.

In fact that goes for anyone working through an agency. The moment they ask you to do more, call your contact and tell them that you've taken on more responsibility and would like a pay raise. Standard practice, I can assure you.
 
 
Jack Vincennes
11:47 / 08.07.04
I understand that sitting at your desk pressing the submit button endlessly is terrific fun. If you want, I will design a little site that allows you to do that aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllll day.

However, this will not get me my MSc. Your doing my wee experiment - which is not onerous - will help me a great deal. Could you do that? Would that be okay? It would take the same amount of time as you spent pressing the 'submit' button!

If I make it harder for you to leave the space blank, will you find it equally fun to type 'asdf' and press submit?
 
 
Axolotl
14:35 / 08.07.04
aaaaargh. I don't know if multiple posts venting anger caused by the same topic is bad form, but I don't care. I AM NOT A SOLICITOR. Please don't treat me as one, if you do the least you can do is ensure I am given all the correct information so I can actually do the sodding work. bastards bastards bastards.
Right having vented, I'm now going back to do some work.
 
 
Mazarine
15:28 / 08.07.04
International travel rage: Sitting between two men on an airplane, because you bastards always have to sit with your knees like four feet apart, and I wind up sitting like a tiny old woman with my elbows at my sides and three inches of range on either side of me. You fuckers. Your cocks are not so big, and your testicles do not need that much air. If they do, then purchase a computer heat sink and stick it in your pants and get your fucking bony kneecaps out of my far too limited and far too costly legroom.

My in flight meal is not tasty. I would be perfectly content to canibalize you and nosh on your precious gams. Let's see how much legroom you need then you y-chromosome carrying fuck.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
16:14 / 08.07.04
Look. Which part of "I'M TRYING TO SPEND THREE WEEKS ON MY OWN AND THUS FAR HAVE MANAGED A TOTAL OF ZERO SECONDS" don't you understand? CHRIST! I ran away to the pub (straight from alcohol counselling... again) and when I get home you're convinced it's five in the morning! IT WAS THREE-THIRTY IN THE FUCKING AFTERNOON!!!
THEN you manage to injure yourself while dogwalking through nothing more than a drunken inability to walk, and drag me to the chemist's to get stuff!
Then, after all that, you've actually FORGOTTEN every single fucking word we said to each other when we had the conversation, oh, about a fucking hour ago, that I didn't want to have CAUSE YOU'RE PISSED AND I'M TRYING NOT TO BE!!!

LOOK... I've TRIED several times to explain to you that none of this means I hate you... I still love you dearly, but if I have to go through it just ONCE MORE, then I'll fucking DESPISE YOU SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!

God... I really can't wait until myself and the wife move the fuck out of this house... maybe then I'll get on better with you again and remember why exactly it is that you're my best mate.
 
 
Sekhmet
16:30 / 08.07.04
I. Fucking. Hate. Money. I fucking hate that it's necessary, I fucking hate that I don't have enough, I fucking hate keeping track of it, and I fucking hate that every time I have to talk with my partner about it we have a fight. I fucking hate that I have to have it and I fucking hate that in order to get it I have to work at this soul-sucking fucking place for this idiot fucking boss for eight fucking hours every fucking weekday doing absolutely fuck-all that is of any fucking worth to me or to the rest of the human race. And I fucking hate that the job I have is for a fucking accountant and all I do all fucking day is look at and think about goddamn fucking MONEY. FUCK.
 
 
Haus of Mystery
10:32 / 09.07.04
That cock-rotting song by some dreadful uber-earnest singer-song harpy about 'What if God was one of us?' from fucking aeons ago that still bugs the shit out of me EVERY SINGLE DAY! NNNNNNNNNGH!

In fact Singer/songwriters in general. Especially whingeing English pricks who sing in phony trans-atlantic accents about lost love and drinking coffee in the rain. One day a real rain will come my strumming friends. Mark my words...
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
11:27 / 09.07.04
International travel rage: Sitting between two men on an airplane, because you bastards always have to sit with your knees like four feet apart, and I wind up sitting like a tiny old woman with my elbows at my sides and three inches of range on either side of me. You fuckers. Your cocks are not so big, and your testicles do not need that much air.

Oh My God.

Thankyou. I hate this. hatehatehate. Fuck off and die, all of you.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
11:36 / 09.07.04
True enough but not as bad as sitting in some fat fucks sweaty armpit.

I'm very tolerant of the big, the overweight and the chronically obese but I draw the line at spending my hard earned cash on someone else's love of food and a little extra discomfort at the same time.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
18:14 / 09.07.04
This fucking thread, along with the sure and certain knowledge that some filthsome creepozoid or other is going to get up on its hind legs and start whining about censorship if the delete goes through. "Yeah, I know ze was a bit confrontational but I was interested in what ze had to say..."
 
 
jblank: the fucking slidechamp
22:20 / 09.07.04
fuck. fuck my fucking shit-ass job that i got fired from yesterday. actually no, 'cos i hated the job, but fuck my fucking stupid-ass, Cruella DeVille wannabe, making up fucking lies about me, not having the decency to fire me in person, writing the biggest bullshit pack-of-lies dismissal letter EVAR boss. oh, and the fuckhead waiter that got me fired, i hope he got shitcanned but he prolly didn't. had i known i was gonna be fired, i would've punched the fucker. ah well, fuck 'em all in the eye. i'll dance on their graves.


oh, and i'd like to hit Ashton Kutcher with a bat.


i need a drink. and a cuddle.
 
 
NotBlue
22:30 / 09.07.04
Bosses are dicks, it's in their nature, cant take that buck without taking it's cock.

Cliche i know, but if you hated the job, move on and be glad you are no longer selling your one precious life to a bunch of worthless cunts.

Mark of a man or woman is the mark they leave on the world, being a cog in the mach aint worth shit. (speaking as a cog who is trying to ust out of this nonsense currently).
 
 
NotBlue
22:38 / 09.07.04
International travel rage: Sitting between two men on an airplane, because you bastards always have to sit with your knees like four feet apart, and I wind up sitting like a tiny old woman with my elbows at my sides and three inches of range on either side of me. You fuckers. Your cocks are not so big, and your testicles do not need that much air.

Oh My God.

Thankyou. I hate this. hatehatehate. Fuck off and die, all of you.


Would also like to nominate, everey fucking self absorbed insecure twat who does this on he train every morning, see also fuckers who yawn/andor/cough across the train/public space at all without covering their mouths... I dont need to know you had eggs for breakfast you pig ignorant halistisis motherfuckungcunt. diediediediedie.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
16:42 / 15.07.04
1)Almost succeeded in tuning out an entire Nick Griffin interview.

Unfortunately, tuned ears back in just in time to hear fuckface complaining about:

"The creeping Islamisation of Britain."

Fuck you, you pathetic, hate-mongering piece of shit.


2)Trying to hack sleeping patterns back into some semblance of normality= a day of teary exhaustion. God I'm tired. Tiiiiiiiiirrrrreeeeeeeed.
 
  

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