You know what else pisses me off? Ethanol. That's a boondoggle. Corn's too cheap? Let's burn it!

so, tell us how you REALLY feel...

I feel grumpy is how I feel, phil. I'm going to buy a pair of white shoes, hike my pants up to my chest, move to Arizona, and start complaining about the government full time.

I know of a militia group that worships polyesters..
would that be of help?

got a couple pair of golf shoes i could lend you...

I am not with him...it hurts.

I'd like to complain that many of the posts in this thread are replies to complaints rather than complaints themselves.

One of my main complaints is that complaining seems to rarely fix the cause of my complaints. What does one have to do to get something corrected around here? ...go postal?

I'll fix it for you.

http://www.poee.org/images/30/poof.gif

sorry, no complaints ...I'm just poofing away!

I'd like to complain about the number of poofs that have recently shown up. None of them are named Bruce. This is an issue of slender significance.

Tophat,
please let me try to remedy this injustice ...here is Bruce wearing a poof sleeve dress. Does this help?

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...0pics/poof.jpg


...though I feel obligated to complain about the size of his rack, or lack thereof.

Yeah, buying off the rack sucks, but all the good dresses are bespoken.

It's cold in here and I already have a sweater on and I'm in Florida, dammit. :cry:

turn up the heat? ....also, when I lived in an apartment where the cheap landlord had the heat set too low, I used to boil water on the electric stove since I was not being charged for electric utilities, the increased humidity made it feel quite a bit warmer, not to mention this cost him more than if he had just turned the heat to a normal level. Or get some of those nice silk long underwears
Terramar Women's 100% Pure Silk Thermal Underwear
Super Soft 100% Silk Long Underwear for women FABRIC: 100% Pure Filament Pointelle Silk FEATURES: EC2® Qwik-Dri™ Scallop neck and armhole trim...$39.99

Or are you just whinning?

Whining, but I'm allowed to here. I have no control over the a/c setting. (Another complaint.) But feel free to ship me the silk undies. I'll take 'em.

My nose itches.

I want to complain about the lack of activity in this thread.
Y'all can't tell me you have nothing to bitch about.

'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.

(The owner does not respond.)

C: 'Ello, Miss?

Owner: What do you mean "miss"?

C: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!

O: We're closin' for lunch.

C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?

C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!

O: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.

C: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.

O: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!

C: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.

O: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!

C: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up!

(shouting at the cage)

'Ello, Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you show...(owner hits the cage)

O: There, he moved!

C: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!

O: I never!!

C: Yes, you did!

O: I never, never did anything...

C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!!

Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!

(Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)

C: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.

O: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!

C: STUNNED?!?

O: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.

C: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.

O: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.

C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?

O: The Norwegian Blue prefers kippin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, id'nit, squire? Lovely plumage!

C: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.

(pause)

O: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!

C: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!

O: No no! 'E's pining!

C: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker!

'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies!
'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig!
'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!!

THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!

(pause)

O: Well, I'd better replace it, then.

(he takes a quick peek behind the counter)

O: Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're right out of parrots.

C: I see. I see, I get the picture.

O: I got a slug.

(pause)

C: (sweet as sugar) Pray, does it talk?

O: Nnnnot really.

C: WELL IT'S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?

O: Look, if you go to my brother's pet shop in Bolton, he'll replace the parrot for you.

C: Bolton, eh? Very well.

The customer leaves.

The customer enters the same pet shop. The owner is putting on a false moustache.

C: This is Bolton, is it?

O: (with a fake mustache) No, it's Ipswitch.

C: (looking at the camera) That's inter-city rail for you.

The customer goes to the train station.

He addresses a man standing behind a desk marked "Complaints".

C: I wish to complain, British-Railways Person.

Attendant: I DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS JOB, YOU KNOW!!!

C: I beg your pardon...?

A: I'm a qualified brain surgeon! I only do this job because I like being my own boss!

C: Excuse me, this is irrelevant, isn't it?

A: Yeah, well it's not easy to pad these python files out to 200 lines, you know.

C: Well, I wish to complain. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswitch.

A: No, this is Bolton.

C: (to the camera) The pet shop man's brother was lying!!

A: Can't blame British Rail for that.

C: In that case, I shall return to the pet shop!

He does.

C: I understand this IS Bolton.

O: (still with the fake mustache) Yes?

C: You told me it was Ipswitch!

O: ...It was a pun.

C: (pause) A PUN?!?

O: No, no...not a pun...What's that thing that spells the same backwards as forwards?

C: (Long pause) A palindrome...?

O: Yeah, that's it!

C: It's not a palindrome! The palindrome of "Bolton" would be "Notlob"!! It don't work!!

O: Well, what do you want?

C: I'm not prepared to pursue my line of inquiry any longer as I think this is getting too silly!

Sergeant-Major: Quite agree, quite agree, too silly, far too silly...

That's enough of that, or do I have to break out.....
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!
http://jschumacher.typepad.com/photo...omfy_chair.jpg
The Comfy Chair!

I have to go back to work tomorrow.

I have to figure out how to get paid all of my sick time when I get notice.

i'm not too pleased with the shape of the ice "cubes" that come out of the ice-maker in the freezer...

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. Not, mind you, that I am thrilled with Jimmy Buffet either.

top, you could just get drunk and screw...

Nah, I'm more of a Dead Kennedys guy. And besides, I'm too drunk to .....

Only dead thing 'bout that Kennedy is his liver.... and presidential aspirations. Not that I'm compaining.....

yeah, and they REALLY love him in nantucket...seriously... :)

^ he reminds me: Gasoline prices totally suck and I don't expect them to get better.

See what happens when you put an unsuccessful oilman with royal Arab buddies in charge?

My complaint, while half of the population is below average is axiomatic, the average is way too low.

i need a buck o seven to get a chicken sandwich and i only have eighty-seven cents

This morning I decided to try out BK's new (at least new around here) breakfast cheesy bacon burrito wrap. It needs improvement.

wonder what swing i woke up with today...

there oughtta be a little calendar next to the alarm clock: "good swing; golf today..." or "bad swing: stay home and mow lawn..."

breakfast is still in the shops and not my cupboard :(

Some people just don't get it. Sometimes I don't get it.

Some people are assholes no matter how kindly you treat them.

my wrist watch is losing appoximately two seconds a day and if this continues then in approximately 60 months ill have lost a whole hour and probably be completely lost. thanks alot timex.

I'm pissed off that every day is not a Saturday.

Nick is always complaining.

Where the hell is my chocolate bar? I want my fuckin' chocolate bar now!