** 5 Things **
I got "tagged" by Tanya. Normally this wouldn't sound like a bad thing, but today, i have to bitch about stuff. Most of you don't want to hear me bitch. Too many blogs are about some random dickhead bitching about random stuff no one cares about or random stuff that people already know but are powerless to affect. That's the beauty of a blog. It doesn't need to "affect" anything. It's just fun.
So without further ado, (I said "doo").
1. 15 year old-girls that look like 20 year-old girls.
I'm tired of feeling like a pervert because i see some cute girl on the side of the street and i have purient thoughts about only to drive by and finally see that she's not nearly of the age that i should be having those thoughts about. Fathers! Do something about this! I realize that you may not be in control of your daughters' waredrobes 24hrs a day, but please instill in these girls some decency. Sluts should be at least be of age of consent. I beg of you.
2. People eating big fat burgers on TV.
This is not a marketing tactic! This does not make me want to go out and get one of your fucking double-bacon-ranch-cheese-mushroom-sesame burgers. Please? You're making me nauseaus.
3. The liberal media.
Half of the U.S. doesn't agree with you. They don't want tits on TV at 6pm, or gay people making out on prime-time. Please wait until 10 when our kids are asleep. Learn it, live it, love it.
4. Confrontational Vegetarians.
When i have a BBQ i don't need you to give me a lesson on how our food is "slaughtered." It tastes better when the animals suffer. I've accepted this. I don't care what you eat if you don't complain to me about what i eat. I won't chastise you for your choices if you let me suffer from mine.
5. "Truth" commercials.
I smoke. I want to quit. It's not the tobacco companies' fault. I know that i'll get lung cancer someday. When that happens i'm not going to blame my "husband-who-smoked-in-the-livingroom-and-gave-me-second-hand-smoke-cancer-and-now-i-have-to-talk-through-a-hole-in-my-throat." With that said, all you assholes that smoke in your car with your windows rolled up and your kids in the back seat: Shame on you. Otherwise, we get it.
I love you guys.