The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Just pick it up and put it all under his pillow.

Better, just throw it away.

 

I'm in the United Club at Reagan writing this now. There is no yelling.

There was yelling in the security line, though, between the dude that thought he could cut the line and the lady that called him on his bullshit. I had the Pre Check, so I got here first. She beat him by 20 minutes - he was chatting with TSA when I last saw him.

 

DId you see all of the DEI/AKA sorority wimmens?
Awesome.

 

Yes they are. They are even running specials for them here at the airport. Crazy.

 

Ditch your flight. We'll get a beer.

 

People amaze me at these lines. I was recently in Florida and went through the card member/priority/first class, whatever you want to call it line and a lady about two people in front me exclaimed "I am not taking my shoes off! Do you know who I am?" I looked at her, by me I didn't know who she was and who ever she was it didn't stop them from searching her like everyone else. In fact I'd say they likely gave her "special attention" because they took her behind a divider as she repeatedly stated "don't you know who I am?" You want special treatment chatter a jet, otherwise STFU and join the misery with the rest of us cattle.

I hope they gave her a cavity search.

 

I WANT YOUR LIFE.

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A lot of firearm forums I frequent are suffering from dick-measuring cockfights. It's really ridiculous.

4 outta 5 of the dudes are civilians, 40+, tubby as hell and are under the impression that being a A-class shooter with Brand X rifle is better than being a B-class shooter that can run 10 miles in 90 minutes.

Say it with me: Qualification is not expertise. Bonus: You're only as good as your last cold performance.

I've got a solution: Eat a dick, guys. The chewing action might calm you down.

 

This would likely even work on me

 

Teach me your ways, Master Borla.

I'm significantly more awesome in real life. But it's draining to be this awesome.

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Well, her laundry is done and I'm now totally naked.

Ugh... how did I get talked into this, again?

 

Today's Complaint:

It is raining so hard I can't see the car in the driveway.

I hope it's still there in the morning.

 

This red is a little too red.

Oops.

 

Guys, I really hate it when you hit the reply button and quote a picture (several pictures is even worse.) Or when you quote a whole wall of text and then your reply is only a few words.

(I've been holding that one in for months now.)


In other news, I was experiencing some really annoying foot pain this morning. It was a not-very-fun reminder that I can't wear Converse shoes every day

 

This headache is really starting to piss me off.

 

I'm stuck in the office until 5 which is only 20 mins away (which i'm normally used to as i work until 5 and everyone else works until 4) however, today one of my colleagues has decided to work late... not just anyone, the "slurrrrrrrrrper"!!! OH EM GEE!!! and he just made himself a cup of coffee!!!