Let it out!!!

I normally get my rants out on my weekly radio show or in the gym, but I have plenty of resentment for everything to spare some for a thread or 60.

I hate trying to schedule for classes, but the website crashes, so I can’t get classes I need to graduate.

I hate that loser honors dorks get to schedule a month before me, when I have 30 more credits than the freshmen.

I hate having a roommate in my crappy dorm room.

I hate that my idiot weakling waste of life friends get laid every weekend, when a T-Man of my caliber must scrape for bottom of the college ho barrel.

I hate that I don’t have enough cash to get unlimited gear and supps.

I hate that the coaches on my hs team never gave me a fair shot, then after the season said,‘yeah we shoulda played you a lot more.’

I hate that the coaches at my college can’t spot talent so me and a bunch of other playmakers can’t play the game we love.

I hate that other lame ass schools around here don’t have club football teams so our newly formed club team can get school funding to kick their punk asses.

I hate that Notre Dame thinks they’re so freakin great just because they’re Notre dame and that they’re too cool to be in a conference. You suck, you’d get raped in the Big 10, you would barely survive in the new Big East.

I hate that despit being in a fraternity on a school with the biggest greek community in the country, I’ve only hooked up with 1 sorority slut in my years of college.

Most of all (for now), I hate that all the losers that don’t workout, all the fat asses and skinny back street boy wannabes have the nerve to say shit to me, when I’m the superior life form. I’m bigger, stronger, smarter, and have a bigger dick, for fuck off.

Ah, therapy, the T-Mag way.

I hate that the owner of my Gym said that if I cut off my Mullet he isn’t going to let me back in the gym.

I hate that women are intimidated by my incredible good looks and irrestible charm…=P

Jason

things i hate? i hate a lot of things, many that i dont remember right now, but i c them in my everyday life and they piss me off and i have to go to the gym and take it all out.

heres what i remember right now:

i hate people in my college gym. little bitch ass skinny ass mofos who know only 4 exercises and do these all the time, then spend the time between these exercises either dancing or posing in the mirror. there is a reason u gasp at me when i lift u fucking assholes, its because i dont do everything you do.

i hate long island. i go to college there now and everyone is so…agggggggggghhhhh. every guy has the same hair, tight shirt, red baseball hat turned to the back, with a little bit of hair coming out in the front. i hate them for many reasons. one being that they lift like the above mentioned bitches, spending time on their biceps and nothing else. the reason i laugh when i pass by u, u asshole, is because your chess is as big as a bannana seed. i also hate the terrible techno/rave whatever u call it, evernescence song, jessica simpson, britney songs playing all day long in my gym. I AM TRYING TO GET BIG NOT CRY!! britney/jessica everyone else like them are good when u can c them halfnaked on tv(just press mute and hit the lube) not on radio.

i hate how being fat is acceptable because apparently its genetics. no its not. i hate all those fast fix shits, including diets like “eat anything but lettuce” or “hypno therapy-we hyphnotize you and you lose weight”. get to the gym, work out and get it over with. chill with the 5 pound TUBS of icecream and listening to christina aguilera’s “you are beautiful, no matter what they say”.

i hate women who think that they are the shit. to me, u r just boobs, ass, a vagina, and some meat and bones inbetween. sure i wanna talk and spend time with you, but just because u and i are doing it, doesnt mean that u deserve to control me, tell me what to do, tell me that “im getting too big” or that “spend less time with weights and more with me. lets go c an opera” NO I HATE OPERA. wanna go see some football games? NO? why is it okay for her to not come to the shit i love, but i have to go to her shit. FUCK THAT.

i hate skinny women and i hate guys who like skinny women. that is not a woman. its bones and then BAM skin on it, and TA-DA its a human.

i hate it when women say they dont want power and money, but they all do. come on, the reason you probably like me/r fucking me is because i am big and i can kill your old boyfriend.

i hate mcdonalds commercials. NO IM NOT "LOVIN’ " IT. and people in the ghetto dont play basketball with inline skates and dont wear all that protective padding. just show me a burger, and show me an actual size of it, not some midget eating it, and maybe, just maybe, when i pass by, i will come it and buy a couple.

i hate people who yell their views out on other people. yes i do like her fur, its very warm i bet. ohhhh im a killer. hey check this out asshole, that dog u have with you, im sure it would rather be somewhere else then in your lonely ass hands. and yes, i do know what u do with it in your room perv. u r just an insignificant asshole with a trust fund, whos dad is rich so now u can screw around with your life and tell people whats wrong with theirs.

i hate metrosexuals. i hate them with a passion. oh u think pink IS cute? u think a man should use moisterizer? look, why dont u do me a favor and just be gay. that way, u dont piss me off as much and u r less competition for me. i hate women who like metro’s because “they r like a girlfriend”. u want a girlfriend? get a girl. u want a man, call me.

i hate ugly guys with hot girls. whats that all about. look at me, im much better then that 110 pound acne ridden peace of shit u kiss. i know u look at me in the gym hot girl, and i look at u, so why dont we just get together.

i hate political correctness. i hate how kids cant play dodgeball anymore because its “violent and dangerous”. i hate it how i cant discipline my children, how i have to go to psychiatrists, how i have to do all this shit. when i have kids, im gonna disciplin them the way my parents did with me, u fuck up, u get it. u do not get an explanation, just SLAP across the face and end of story.

a lot more shit pisses me off. i am sorry i burdoned u all with my crap. i am off to do some lifting and maybe this time, im gonna talk to hot girl and show her why i am better then her ugly ass, skinny ass boyfriend.

I hate it when you receive a magazine in the mail and upon opening it a bunch of ‘subscribe’ cards fall out. For some reason they always have to put like 10 in each magazine.

White Flash,

There's that word again, "chickenhead". Can you please explain for someone that is un-hip like myself what the hell a chickenhead is? I'm clueless.

Guardian,

What Wallyworld in Oklahoma are you talking about. I'm an Okie as well. What part of the state do you live?

Dustin

HA!! The McDonalds thing is classic. I’ve been beating that dead horse for some time now.

mikeyali

I hate Bruce Springsteen he is by far the worst singer I have ever heard!

You know what I hate? I hate the fact that I thought I was so lucky as to go to a gym where people didn’t do curls in the squat rack. I had never seen it there, so I guessed it did not happen. So, I went to the gym last night for some leg work and had to wait thirty minutes while some fat assed old man did curls with only 65lbs in the squat rack! He called me chief too! I almost ripped his fucking throat out.
You know what else I hate? Work. All of my coworkers are weak and think I am silly for spending 5-15 hours a week in the gym. (the gym has a pool too, nice for post workout soaking)
I hate the postal workers in my town.
I hate the little 12 year olds at the gym who stand at the dumbbell rack and flex and stroke the fuzz on their chin in the mirror.
Much better

Round 2

I hate the dumbasses that control the radio and tvs in my gym. Look, no one wants to here Beyonce or see brittany spears while lifting except for the useless sluts in the cardio.

I also hate those useless sluts because they spend so much time walking on treadmills instead of walking to class that the gym line is a 45 min wait. IT’S A FUCKIN GYM, NOT A CLUB! And if it was a club, I should have VIP access cuz I’m the collest mofo in there and I still put up the sickest numbers.

I also hate the losers that feel the need to ak me to spot them when I’m in the middle of a superset. Looks pussy, I’m squatting 580 right now, I’l come over and watch you try to bench 135 in 10 min when I’m done getting MY WORK done.

I hate when my moron friends ask me to design a program to get them in some kinda shape, and only go to the gym like once. QUIT WASTING MY TIME AND PRINTER PAPER, ASSHOLES!

I hate my lazy ass roommate, that sleeps in til 1 and still feels the need to skip 230 classes, then has the nerve to huff and puff from his bed when I’m doing work while he takes another nap.

And I hate that everyone is obsessed w.‘atkins diets’ but it’s next to impossible to eat low carb shit cuz no one at my dumbass school thinks that damn much. ‘Hmmm, lets hype up low carb eating, but not serve low carb food, BRILLIANT!’

I hate that I don’t have a three hundred PFT, the freakin Charlie inspection for the upcoming CGI, I hate people who come to this website to ask “if I switch this variable, will I get this outcome”, how about you pick up a fucking weight and lift, go outside and run, eat lean meat, fruits, veggies, healthy fats, and get over all the fucking supps and advanced workout questions that you are not ready for. I wish some people seemed like they had a base to work with.

I hate that people who hate newbies because these pompous asses automatically assume they should search the archives. You post all the fucking time to feel like a part of something, why shouldn’t the new guy, you jackass.

I hate that people aren’t hitting up Zeb and avoids roids for all their years of experience. Not just lifting either. I would mention Tampa terry, but it’s awfully rude to assume a woman is older (but you are wise, that’s my assumption).

I hate that people forget the basics

I hate that there are Marines in the fleet that are not motivated to act like Marines. Yeah, we’re not infantry, but that uniform holds meaning to all the people who have served before us. So shut up and act like a Marine, you shitbag.

I hate that people became patriotic and said “lets not forget” but two months later (11/11) people were bitching about the airports and profiling.

I hate that people say something has to be done but do nothing. Go vote, lift weights, start a petition, pick up a gun, do something you whiney, sniveling, piece of shit.

Well put, bronx. Good damn post. So you were a marine?

I hate my boss.

I hate that the scrawny little bastard weighs all of 160 pounds and thinks he looks good and can’t stop bragging about how fast he walked on the treadmill this morning and how he talked to his doctor about creatine and how it is only a matter of time until someone dies from it.

I hate that the dumb mother fucker will scream at me about a deadline for a project and then call to hump my leg for 30 minutes because he is bored when I am trying to finish it.

I hate that he can’t just strap on a pair and tell you when he is pissed off about something, instead skulking around and pouting like a little bitch.

I hate that bloated, purple, juiced-up fuck that stands over me at least twice a week trying to grunt out something about how many sets I have left but I am not sure exactly what he is saying because the dumb son of a bitch can barely manage to put two coherent words together and anyway back the fuck up off me dude, you smell like shit.

I hate pudding.

I hate yogurt.

I hate anything that feels like pudding or yogurt in my mouth.

I hate shrimp and I hate people who must ask me with wide disbelieving eyes why I hate shrimp. Because those chewy little bastards taste like ass that’s why.

I hate people who ask me what I have done to lose weight like it’s a big fucking secret that you need to eat less and get off your ass.

I hate my asshole neighbor next door.

I also hate that bitch who lives downstairs.

And I really hate that nosy jerk who lives downstairs and one over. The one who for popped his fat head out his window to stop my black friend to tell her that he knows a lot of black people.

I hate people sho are always going to the doctor because “they just don’t feel right”, then stop off at McDonalds for a quick lunch on the way back to the office.

I hate people who cannot control their children in public.

I hate anyone who gives a shit what I where to the gym.

I hate men who hate women who cuss.

I hate men who subscribe to the ladder theory. Money counts for WAY more than 50 percent you fools.

I hate anyone who thinks that was anything other than a joke and is now going to rant about the ladder theory, and greedy bitches, blah blah blah…

And one more thing…

I hate people who feel entitled.

I hate people who think that they somehow deserve a free ride.

I hate people who work at wal-mart, or as janitors, or some other menial job but think they should be taking down six figures. How the fuck much do you think you should get paid to ring up polyester and clean toilets? I have had these kind of jobs which motivated me to pay my way through college so I would never have to have a job like that again and I hate when these people tell you accusingly, like it is your fault, about how they can’t afford this or that and then go home and get knocked up for the fourth time. Get your fucking finances in order before you start breeding you morons. I hate it that these are the idiots who breeding.

I must hate my penis, because I try to beat it off on a daily basis.

I hate cutting…

Sabrina, that was some funny shit

Sabrina,

"I hate anything that feels like pudding or yogurt in my mouth."

So, basically your worthless then? ;) Sorry, I just had to!

Dustin

Well, Dustin, I knew that was coming after I posted. Allow me to point out that pudding and yogurt are served cold. :wink:

Sabrina,
You are my kinda woman :wink:

I hate men who subscribe to the ladder theory. Money counts for WAY more than 50 percent you fools.

At least she`s honest. :0)

Which sets her apart from the rest with just that alone.