I work in a grocery store. I usually work the cash register or self-checkouts. These are positions in which I (or a machine) need to be in constant contact with the customer. This is not possible when they decide to check out in the middle of their fucking phone conversation!

That'll be..... that'll..... ma'am, that'll be..... did you just flip me off?! Oh FUCK YOU THEN!

That's right. They do not want to complete the transaction, and they want to have an excuse to be pissed off at you. Furthermore, they want an excuse to make sure every person behind them in line gets no opportunity to be checked out as well. What a bunch of self-centered, ego-flaunting fuckers!

And that's just through the normal checkout lanes. Shit hits the fan and spreads on everyone in the store (and onto customers in some of the adjacent stores) when they ignore the self-checkouts' instructions due to their cell shitting. The machines are simply "broken", and it's all your fault. As I've said before, firearms should be standard issue "customer service" equipment.

Basically, my complaint is that people need to hang up their phones when in a position that their attention is required elsewhere. However, if they insist on continuing, I could always find out their address (especially if they write a check, heheheh) and send a wrecking ball operator to their location. I'll make sure he is equipped with a cell phone of his own, and demand that he uses it the entire duration of wrecking ball operation.

Hey! Get off your damn cell phone and pay attention to me!

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Welcome to asunder's ongoing expose at stupid people on your internets.

this week we bring you.... Defective by Design



Followers of defective by design are the intersection of iTards and Freetards (open source fanatics)...



Now before i start my angry tirade, I ask you to consider since this is my first turd here, what possible stupidity could Defective By Design have done to cause me to get off my lazy ass and post a rant....

HAY GUYS LET'S PROTEST A LIBRARY ! :D

DefectiveByDesign.org will be taking action this Saturday at the Boston Public Library to demand that they remove DRM technology from their collection!

Considering the decline of books and thus our education levels (Read some comments on youtube videos for evidence), It's douchebaggery on an epic scale. Now for their reasons inherently have to do with ... DRM.

What they fail to realize is that when you go to a library, you borrow books, videos, nude pictures of j-man. You don't own the property nor have you paid any money for this property. DRM makes sense in this case since you're borrowing something for FREE. So they're basically crying because they can't steal from the library. If you paid for it, that's a different story.

Other people are protesting because it's incompatible with their Ipod. Boo-fucking hoo. I guess it's too hard to ask Apple to make it compatible or even to remove all the DRM-embedded crap off of iTunes. Nope, to these giant walking tools, it makes more sense to be total pricks by protesting outside a library while about 90% of people don't have an inkling of what the acronym DRM even stands for.

Maybe anonymous will target Defective by Design after they deal with Scientology. Or maybe we can just place them in mental institutions or ship them off to Canada...One can at least dream, eh?

Minivan's recent Valentine's Day post got me thinking.. Ironically, about all the things that I love. Well, not all, but some of them.

One of those things happens to be Japan. More specifically, Japanese TV shows. Nowhere else have they crafted up entertainment that is so perfect and so beautiful. Imagine locking 4 guys up inside a gymnasium for 24 hours, constantly beating them, and otherwise harassing them with weird Japanese shit, and subsequently filming all of it. What you get is TV gold.

Remember that MXC show that was on SpikeTV? Well multiply that by 100 and thats what you get. On Tv. In Japan.

Now I suppose you could sit around and scour youtube for all of this good shit, but someone has already done that for you.

Check it out: TV In Japan

Enjoy!

We are a mere 8 days away from Valentine's Day. Did you buy your sweetheart something? If you're a man, of course not! Valentine's Day is just another way of bitches to pilfer more of our money for themselves. "If you loved me, you'd buy me candy, flowers, take me out to an expensive dinner and not cum in my hair." Wrong, skank! The simple fact I'm allowing you to be seen in public with me is proof enought that I only tolerate you for enough to keep your cooter around!

So is Valentine's Day really the day to "express your love" to your partner? No, this is the true meaning fucktard! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day It's yet another Catholic holiday that Hallmark and cunt's have decided to capatilize on and emasculate men. If you really want to show some sort of love to your partner on this day like the rest of the sheeple, then maybe cut her a break and try not to splooge in her eye...shoot your man goo in her ass! She'll love you for it later!

Today marks the 35th anniversary for the U.S. Supreme Court’s landmark decision on abortion. This has caused many debates about exactly when life begins. Some feel it’s at conception, most notably the Catholic Church. Others feel life doesn’t begin until birth. Now I feel it’s time for me to weigh in on abortion and when life begins. Fasten your seatbelts, kids!

Roe v. Wade has to be the greatest decision ever! If children were born to unfit parents, then that’s more children that we, the tax paying citizens, end up paying for. It’s just better for everyone that these leeches on society are exterminated before they have time to really sink their teeth into us all.

As for when life begins, in my experiences life ends once you’re born! Thanks to laws and Republicans, have you ever been able to do what you wanted? I would love to just stab a couple of people in the throat so they would stop yapping, but apparently there are laws against that! If I can’t punch a broad in the stomach because she tries to claim I’m the father of her baby, then what’s the point in living?

If you don’t think the same way I do, I will give you this example. If I could have kicked the rat-slut that claimed I was the father of her black kid in the uterus, then my life would have been a lot easier, and maybe I wouldn’t be so angry (though I doubt it!).

In closing, if someone could fire bomb all of these “Pro-Life” supporters that will be marching in Washington, D.C. today, I would erect a statue in your honor.