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Toofpastes **OFFICIAL** Rant Thread

YOU PEOPLE ARE ABSOLUTELY RETARDED. srsly.
 
Haha I meant that cats in the wild are usually elusive like panthers and what not. And since your a photo " cat" your probably elusive too.;)
 
ahhh - ok, then i did take it the right way! ;) yah... thats me. :)
 
I hate that every time there's someone living in an apartment above you, they're training for the olympic pogo stick team, or constantly rearranging the furniture.


Olympic Pogo stick team! *cracks up*
 
Rants:

  1. People starting threads to ask questions when the title of the thread if typed into google, pulls up a list of excellent tutorials all of which answer the person's question!

    Dunk them in a well I say!


  2. People who believe that just because they have an opinion on something that makes their opinion correct when in fact they fail to research the issue, have never researched the issue, and probably got their opinion from a brother, sister, father, or homeless guy on a park bench, who never research it either. These people are often the most adamant and insisting individuals and proclaim REPEATEDLY that their opinion is the right one. They do hours worth of typing defending their positions but never during the course of it all will they actually go look it up on this HUGE reference engine and library we have called the internet.

    I say throw them off the end of a pier and let them swim to shore!


  3. People with a post count of 1 who have posted a question - the answer to which is contained in the post right below theirs - in a thread with an almost identical title.

    Toss them in a lake with their boots on I say!
 
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Greetings,
I'm not sure if this will qualify as a 'rant'. It's something that is bothering me. I can feel the sweltering fear combined with a genuine fuming hate as I type this.

I've recently moved into a quiet, nice little slice of suburbia. We looked for ages to find an appropriate area to put up tent stakes. Our house is on 1.72 acres of real estate that abuts a nice drainage pond. We carefully observed the neighbors on both sides of this house on several occasions. They seemed perfectly normal.

The movers brought our furniture in the moving van on a balmy overcast morning. This should have been a sign of the coming apocalyptic dread we now face.

As the movers unloaded the truck I was surveying my landscape taking mental snapshots of what I proposed to do. The first thing was to repair the fence to the backyard. The second was to start a new garden. As I walked, I felt an unnerving feeling. A feeling of someone watching. I looked around and saw no one. I shrugged it off as imagination playing tricks on me.

Days later I started working on my garden. I was excited at the prospect of reaping the bounty of fresh vegetables by my own hand. Again, I got that peculiar feeling of being watched. I turned to look up and saw 'them'. I almost yelled out from the shock.

The neighbor had kids. I never have seen them before. I was creepily freaked out by them. The only thing missing from the exchange of glances was eerie horror film movie music.

I struck up enough nerve to speak to the demon twins. I said, "Hello, you scared me I didn't see you." They just looked smugly indifferent. I said, "You two live next door?" They answered in a robotic monotone "Yes."

I was confused as to what I should do next. I said, "Wow it's hot out here. I better get indoors for a bit." They just nodded as I slowly walked toward the house. I could feel their gaze never leave me as I retreated.

Well this scenario played out almost exactly the same way for weeks. I finally got the fence repaired enough to repel them. I finally felt safe from the 'zombie kids'.

I worked in my garden and I got that same feeling. The nagging feeling of being watched. I looked and noticed the gate was shut. I was alone. I looked closely and saw 'them'. They were staring through the pickets at me.

I grew aggravated until I finally yelled, "WHAT! WHAT! Hasn't your mother told you it's impolite to stare?" They simply turned in unison and slowly creepily sulked away.

I'm waiting to be awaken to the sound of them saying "he who walks behind the rows." As I'm convinced they are Children of the Corn.


YES, dammit I'm living next to the Children of the Corn. :grumpy:


Don't get me started on my other neighbor...
 
Let me discuss the word "copyright" with you guys.

First of all, just for those that don't know (most of you do), it is indeed spelled copyright. As in, rights to copying. Not copywrite. That's what you do on a computer.

Here's what really gets me, just because I'm big on knowing the tense of the verb you're using, and using it correctly:

THE PAST FORM OF COPYRIGHT IS NOT COPYWRITTEN

See above for why. Let me repeat:

THE PAST FORM OF COPYRIGHT IS NOT COPYWRITTEN

Because the past tense of "right" is "righted", copyright become copyrighted.

Thank you for your time.
 

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