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Seeing as I've not had my morning cup of coffee, yet, I'm not going to be much in the way of articulate vitriol.
That said, the following can go to hell:
1.) Mothers with ten babies all crowding on the bus at the same time, and all the kids are filthy, smell like pee, are snot-and-chocolate golems from the nose down, and the mum is this screeching woman saying "You better fucking sit down before I burn you with the curling iron again," and ohthefuckingpathos, she's paying in pennies from a dirty Ziploc bag.
2.) Mothers with ten babies all crowding into the store where I work at the same time, and all the kids are filthy, smell like pee, are snot-and-chocolate golems from the nose down, and the mum is this screeching woman saying "You better fucking sit down before I sell the other fucking kidney," and ohthefuckingmadness, she's paying in what doesn't even look like currency from a dirty Ziploc bag. But somehow she manages to pay for the cookie and the Coca-Cola, and then they sit and hang out for hours, and I'm not allowed to kick 'em out because my boss is fond of reminding me that: "We're a family establishment."
3.) The SUV-load of Limp Bisquick fans that threw water balloons at me (in the cold, no less) while I walked home on a road with no sidewalks, in a town where I swear to fuck everyone has cars that are bigger than the public transportation. (They run more often, too, judging from the eerie sensation of seeing what looks like the exact same people behind every wheel.)
4.) Bands that are too clever to put any information in their CDs. Look, I've gotten over the fucking fact that you don't want people to know what you're singing about and therefore aren't in the practice of printing lyrics anymore, but you can at least tell me who's responsible for putting this out.
5.) Those whingeing, oh-so-clever, wanna-be-Internet-superstahs that piss all over everything in an attempt to be cooler than... uh... wait.
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