BandyHates

Blind Hatred Friday

What a novel idea, every friday I want every person with a blog to post about something they just REALLY hate for absolutely no reason whatsoever. This thins just pisses you off. You can even use me...although I think most people would hate me for a specific reason and not no reason.

This week's blind hatred is PUGGLES. Oh so cute, these puppies are a cross-breed between a Pug and a Beagle.

Go on you stupid parents, go buy your whiney brat one of these mutts, only to get sick of em shitting on the rug after a week then shipping em back to the pound.

Puggles. UGH.

Mountain Dew: Pitch Black II

You know...there's a sucker born every minute. And almost 27 yrs ago there was one born with my very name...which umm..happened to be me.

At the supermarket the other day, with GREAT HESITATION, I bought a limited edition pack of soda. There it was, this intriguing purple case of mountain dew sitting on top of thirty other totally normal green cases. Just one left...or more likely, the only one even shipped to the damn store. "Mountain Dew: Pitch Black II" it was called...what an amazingly shitty name. Even shittier than the orange flavored "Mountain Dew: LiveWire". Oh yeah, it's the shitty sequel of the equally bad "Mountain Dew: Pitch Black" that came out last year at the same time. The tag line is "BACK WITH A SOUR BITE!". Wow, go fuck yourself PepsiCo ad department.

You know when a father says to his kid - "Son, I'm not angry with you..I'm just extremely disapointed." That's exactly how I feel here. I trust that swirly, energetic red and green logo to stand for quality, and they let me down. When I drink from one of those cans, I WANT to feel like screaming "DO THE DEW!" at the top of my lungs and then jumping out of a plane with jetpacks while being chased by an alien spaceship with three of my most radical mountain dew drinking friends. Not this time...not this time.

I can't even bring myself to post the Hate-o-meter. On the Disappoint-o-meter it's an 11 out of 10. I think I'm gonna go cry.

HateskinRug

Magical Mustaches

Now that I have a job again and am actually leaving the apartment once more I have quickly remembered something that baffles me to no end.

WOMEN WITH MUSTACHES. Not peach fuzz, I'm talkin dark hairs.

You are violating a MAJOR unwritten rule of society and I simply won't tolerate it. Can't you see it? Don't you wenches have a damn mirror you stare into 3 hours a morning getting all gussied up? Is it invisible? Do you LIKE looking like my dad?

HI-DEF TV VS. LAZER EYE SURGERY! SUPER BIG BATTLE!

So lets say you had just enough money in the bank to afford a new flat screen TV (because the current one is 10 yrs old and melting down) or lazer eye surgery (because you are fucking sick to death of contacts)...which one would you choose?

Hmmmm....

Ok, all you blogging assholes let me know what you think...not that your stupid blogging opinions are worth a damn to me. Oh, then you can go blog yourself off a cliff. I'm personally leaning towards the eye surgery though.