Biggest pet peeve

Right now it's the bar code labels on just about everything at Depot. Damn I hate those things. Next it's that plastic packaging that's impossible to open without a knife or something.

People tossing their cigarette butts out the window.. I had a buddy with me one time who got out of my truck and went up to somebody and handed them their butt back..lol He's like 6'-4", 300lbs so they didnt say anything..

Nothing compared to the inferior products at Depot !

People riding in the fast lane talking on the cell phone going slower than the speed limit.

Track owners that have a late practice for clowns that can't get to the track on time like the rest of us.

Late practice is good! You get an extra 2 laps!

People who just drive in the fast lane and won't move.

People who "Pop" gum
People who see you doing things and ask you, "Are you"?...
People who want to use your shit all the time..

People that can't merge!!

HA !

I thought yours would be Lenny !

People that insist on driving 75 mph, should get the hell out of the fast lane !

I was J/K

Anyone that drives in the fast lane and not going faster than all other lanes. Road Rage!!

* Getting asked if I am going to eat something I am putting together. No I thought I would make this sandwich to look at.

* People that let there kids cry forever in public. Put a sock it in.

* " Do you want fries with that? " WOW you sell fries here? I did not know that.

* People that HAVE to make small talk at the pisser.

* Having my girlfriend brow beat me when she is watching intervention while I am having a vodka on the rocks.

* Being behind someone at the drive up at McDonalds and when asked what they want they say " hang on a minute " THE F"ING MENU HAS NOT CHANGED IN 20 YEARS.

Man I could go on forever.

Customer service people who ask you name rank serial number shoe size and address each time you call.

I hate when I am in bed with three hot triplets, and they fight over who gets to sleep next to me...Damn girls, wait your turn !

A rattle or noise inside my car
People going slower than me in the left lane and do not move over
Inconsiderate drivers in general
People who are constantly late

People who slap their gum, chew loudly, chew with their mouth open, or constantly breath loudly.

I did that ,pick up the butt and handed it back the drive ,he went ape sh-t .he was driving a
mercedes

People who let their dogs shit on other people's, or public property, and leave it there.

people

people who are redundant when they type. As if we didn't know you were talking about 3 people when you mentioned triplets. Or did you mean 3 sets of triplets..meaning 9 people?

People who can spell.

Morons who think a few hundred dirt bikes do more damage to the environment than closing the riding space and then building a housing tract on it.

People who scrape their teeth on the fork every time they take a bite.

Makes me want to stick a fork in their skulls.

Ahhhhhh... where to begin? As the late great Lawrence Welk would say, a-ONE-anna-TWO...

Any movie whose plot synopsis starts with "After a deadly virus wipes out the Earth's population...". Double peeve points if the words "zombie", "vampire", "stripper", "Bruce Willis" - or any combination thereof - follow in the same paragraph. Triple piss-off points if the cast contains one or more washed-up porn stars making their misguided bid for legit theater. Considering the enthusiasm that some of those betties have to mime for some seriously painful processes, why can't they manage to make a convincing undead person? I mean... walk stiffly... look appropriately greenish... drool, bite the skull of some hapless sweaty musclebound soldier. Not exactly "Midsummer Night's Dream", ya'know?

Women who look like they're shoplifting two five-pound bags of tapioca pudding in the back pockets of their Daisy Duke shorts. At some point, even the strongest industrial-grade denim cannot combat the king-sized flaws of the flesh of the clueless.

Hauling in six heavy bags of groceries, being in a hurry to pee, then remembering that the front door is locked and your keys are still in the ignition - and your ol'man is snoring heavily on the couch not three feet away, your extemely agitated noisy arrival eliciting nary a twitch from the slumbering prince....

Dorky retread guys on Kawasaki street bikes who spare no detail in their pathetic quest to dress up just like motorcycle cops and then happily bathe in the rosy glow of a thousand panicked rush-hour brake lights

Housewife ding-a-ling "girlfriends" who call as you're about to rush five minutes late into a meeting to share the spellbinding tale of the stinky blue Lego she just found in little Johnny's diaper. www.whotheeffinhellcares.com? Note to self: Caller ID is your true friend and protector against a hostile, confused world.

1980's-inspired retro anything. Why won't that crappy soulless techno-bop big-hair socks-with-pumps ZZ-Top neon checkered Valley Girl Strawberry Shortcake Weekend At Bernie's Wierd Science Watermelon Bubble Yum bad bathing suit bad bleach job bad blow job bad fast-food job self-tanner sucky synthesizer Van Halen Might As Well Jump Sunglasses At Night Scrappy Doo Aqua Net Paula Freakin' Abdul decade just lay down and die die die die DIE? Painfully, please? ..... yoooooouuAAAAAARRRRREEE... the Ra-DI-o Staaaaarrrrrrr..... chk-chk BOOM!

The phrase "pasteurized processed cheese food". Urrrrgh. If you have to put "food" at the end of the descriptor to convince the discerning American consumer that it is indeed food, chances are that it really isn't. It's..... PEEEEEEOPLLLLE

OnStar. How Anti-Darwinist can you really get? If those people are truly too developmentally disabled to keep their keys in their hands when they shut the door with their shrieking two-year old inside, or drive with their eyes open while narrowly skirting a sixty-foot cliff, well.... it only goes to prove that "Origin of the Species" may have had a pretty good point all along. Global warming? Heh... try global dumbing. Desist the coddling of self-absorbed soccer mommies and instead point a razor-sharp two-foot steel spike from the center of the steering wheel of every late-model SUV. We'll see who's too busy talking on the cell phone to notice the supermarket curbs THEN, my friend.

Fake holidays! Cinco de Mayo: Helping historically challenged white people get their drink on since 1810. Might as well christen May 6th "Man, I'm hung over. Where are my undies?" day. St. Patricks Day? I'm not Irish, I'm Yugoslavian and violent. Don't you dare kiss me; my countrymen celebrate "Let's Blow Stuff Up" Day as their runaway favorite. Halloween costume for my pet? Isn't she already wearing a mighty convincing dog suit?Needless to say... the greeting card industry is just gonna have to get rich without me, and I am totally cool with that... even if I'm not totally cool with anything else, ever.

Paris Effin' Hilton. Nuff said there, I think. Let's just say that if she ever shows up somewhere wearing a blue turban to complement her missing knickers, I'll finally rest assured that Nostradamus was right.

Motocross forums who don't remember your... last... PASSword.... gggrrrrgggghhh....

Most of mine has to deal with road rage but I have two others that rate pretty high. One is cell phones in general but the worste are them stupid fuckers that have the hearing aid looking thing that just start talking to someone else all the sudden, right in the middle of your conversation. It just leaves me confused, like what the fuck are you talking about. I had to work with a guy who had a real hearing aid in one ear and that damn phone thing in the other. You had to talk loud or he couldn't hear. Then he would just start talking on the phone. Most of the time he would be relaying what the fuck I had just told him even though we wasn't really done talking about it. So what he was saying to others, did actually have something to do with our conversation. So I'd repeat it as he was repeating it thinking the stupid fucker just didn't hear me. Half the time it wasn't what I told him anyway. So I would be yelling while correcting him as he was telling someone else what I said. I was thinking he just couldn't hear me and was trying to repeat what I said back to me. But he kept fucking up and saying something different. I found myself constantly yelling at this stupid mother fucker. This went on dozens of times. I honestly can't stand to look at that fucking guy to this day. I don't know if it is him or that damn ear phone but I definately want to smash one or both with a hammer.
The other is when someone says, Have a good one.... A good one what? I hate that. And it only gets worste when they say it in slang. Have uh gooden! Have uh gooden? Nice day to you too, you fucking hick ass mother fucker. Damn! I'm pissed thinking about it. Nice fucking thread. Thanks!

i'm a land surveyor. one time i had my tripod and instrument set up in the middle of the highway. a trucker pulled up and said, "are you surveying?" i looked him right in the eye and asked, "are you driving a truck?"

No I was just redundant...my typo, and an attempt at humor...it was only twins.

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