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OK, here's another way. Go fishing for mutton snapper along the drop off south of Marathon. Penn 850, 80# class rod and 50# line. Drag so tight it squeaks. Arrange for a really big grouper to hook up and when you wind up with your knees almost on the deck and the rod bent over the gunnel..,SHAZAAM!

Almost forgot...blue haired Yankee drivers.

I don't care if cell phone yakkers hang up and drive - I just wish they would DRIVE.
Mobile texters, however deserve what they get - but their victims don't.

OK,,, I have went from being aggravated to having beaner fatigue. My sons birthday was today and he wanted pizza so we go out to the mall (SOB i had rather stick a hot nail in my pee hole) and get pizza and a video game he has been wanting. They have a play area for little kids in the middle of the mall. One white kid,,, ONE! The other 25 were brown. These f'ers are taking over! That kinda pisses me off. I guess I have attained curmudgeondom but I hate cfhange, its very seldom for the good.

I also have noticed as of late don't like people that don't pay attention to what's going on around them. Like holding a door for someone trying to get through it with their hands full. Either that or they don't care. Dumbazzes and inconsiderate idiots piss me off too.

I went fishing today and only caught 2 spotted bass but it did wonders for my attitude, till I went to the mall, God I hate that place but i will do it again next year on his birthday as usual.

Anymore I put in half the day hunting for something and then, when and if I find it, the other half trying to remember what I wanted it for.

1, Mexicans in the 15 items or less line at the grocer with two carts of steaks and OJ with a Lone Star 'sac' (get it free) Dimocrap card and acting like they can't read.

Calling rifles Remmy's and scopes Leupy's, grow up and quit the baby talk already GEESH!

I feel you on the busting of fishing rods, break an average of 3-6 a year myself when the salmon show up.
Hate working for a butthead who cannot take the blame for the problems he causes himself, always finds someone else to try and pin it on. And anybody will work so long as they aren't family.
Can't stand the hand out crowd, hate it that folks teach their kids that way of life like it's the proper way to be.

And hate myself a lot these days. For whatever reason, no matter what happens I wake up in the morning with a restored faith in humanity. A feeling that people are generally good and will do the right thing if given the chance. Don't know why I can't seem to accept that it ain't true but it sucks coming home let down and disappointed everyday. I know that sounds queer as hell, but I grew up around good folks and moved to the city where people ain't the same.

Some people just get to me, Bill collectors, Repo men, Summons servers - and those Hit-men are the worst.

Posters who take over a thread to engage in "topic drift" talking about thing far afield from the OP's question. If that weren't bad enough they take the opportunity to visit with their buddies. Why not start their own thread? They've made the OP's thread near worthless for gathering information regarding the question they posted. Long running posts like the eight page one recently in the gunsmithing section regarding the use of steel wool to finish a stock. Turned into one of the biggest chit slinging/pizzing contests, much ado about nothing but one poster's obsessive compulsive/anal retentive attitude. The guy has somehow appointed himself the self annointed guru of the gunsmithing section, no way save his own is right. Post after post it was sickening seeing a grown adult carrying on that way.

I am more laid back than I used to be, but.............. but slow drivers, those that putt putt around at 15 below the speed limit get me going.
Watching members of the recipient class at the grocery store, with a basket full of steaks and seafood, Watching them pay with an EBT card. And then put those groceries in a new BMW.
Stopping at three different Bass Pro stores, and a couple of Gander Mountains, and not finding any .22 LR.
Driving hours to the camp site, and realizing that I left the damn tent in the shed at home. Or some other equally vital item.
Not being able to remember other little things, like did I take my meds that morning.
Filling up with regular gas, being pleased at seeing it at only $3.14, and then remembering that when the kenyan was elected, it was $1.89.
Not being able to vote out of office, the City and County commission liberals.
The entire issue of America turning hispanic and communist.

Oh, I forgot about online newspapers that charge for content, after letting you look at 6 articles a month.

I'll add "Prolly" to that list.

It's OK. Just slap yourself upside the head. You'll feel much better.

What really pisses me off is having to listen to what pisses other people off.

mexicans
russians
obama
toyota
nissan
honda
vw
guys that can't hunt unless they bait.
fifteen knobs of a freakin toaster,its a toaster. why get complicated.

The fat white trash chick at the convenience store that holds up the entire line for 10 minutes so she can buy one each of every lottery ticket they sell. Then she starts scratching them off right then and there...

That's when they hear me say, " I can tell by your looks that you were born lucky "

Me too, except I am pissed at the owners!!!

Childish call out threads that seem to be more numerous than when I first sighed up.Grow up people its the friggen I-net.

And dumptrucks

Crabs on toilet seats.