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gran rey de los mono wrote:I would rather redeem them for Penny from The Big Bang Theory.Good choice...but you may have to fight her hockey playing boyfriend first.
I thought she was married to a tennis player. Could be wrong. Don't feel concerned enough to look it up, though.

Mythic JMD031 |
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Welcome back rant fans! Today’s rant is about Athlete’s Foot. Seriously, this rant is going to be about (expletive deleted) foot fungus. *sigh* I think I’ve reached the bottom of the barrel here. Not that I’ve run out of rants, I still have two topics on the list but I think that I’ve just ran out of (expletive deleted) steam for these things. The last time I made a rant it was…well it was a long time ago. These rants used to be a big thing for me, and somewhere around the middle they became less of a big thing. Now they are sad excuses of something I’m not (expletive deleted) sure what they are anymore. Jesus (expletive deleted) Christ, this sounds like the (expletive deleted) pity party to end all (expletive deleted) pity parties. Ok, Athlete’s Foot. Nope, got nothing. I am very irritated at whoever (expletive deleted) chose this as a category and I hope you are happy with this (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) that is now spewing forth from my computer. Does this make you happy? Are you at home (expletive deleted) your (expletive deleted)? I bet you are. I’m (expletive deleted) off at you and I don’t even (expletive deleted) know who you are! This has got to be the worst (expletive deleted) rant that I have ever done and I’ve done rants on topics like severed limbs and root canals. ROOT (EXPLETIVE DELETED) CANALS! This is by far my worst rant and I haven’t even said one thing about the (expletive deleted) topic. Athlete’s foot is gross. There I have (expletive deleted) remedied that problem, but not the problem of how (expletive deleted) terrible this rant is. And yet I persist… I go on with this (expletive deleted) rant like I’m some kind of masochist. (Expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted)! Oh well, since this rant is ruined anyways, I’d like to share a fun factoid. I was watching a show on Netflix which happened to be something about Lego Marvel Superheroes or something and they had Lego Stan Lee as a Hot Dog Vendor and one of his lines was “Expletive Deleted”. I know I L O and L’d. Oh (expletive deleted) me, now I’m using netspeak as way of expressing myself. RANT OVER!!!
Tune in next time when I rant about… How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? (Expletive deleted) you Mr. Owl!

Mythic JMD031 |
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Rant List:
How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?
James Bond movies
Room for 3 more.
Bonus update.
Those of you at home might be asking yourself "why aren't there more rants?" Well I'm glad I think enough of myself to think you would ask such a question. The answer has many answers. The main one being "life". Life is getting in my way constantly. I've been a pretty busy person over the course of these past couple of months and I have a lot of things that I've kind of put on the back burner because I'm just too busy to do everything on top of everything I'm already doing. Besides this cop out answer there is the fact that I've kind of lost my desire to keep going. I've been doing these for over 2 years now. This thread was started in 2012 and I was making these rants well before that. I have a 29 page Word document with over 29 thousand words on it filled with rants. That's practically 30,000 words of me being a stupid (expletive deleted) jerk. There used to be some kind of enjoyment and even pressure to keep doing these because I thought I had at least a small fan following but I feel that I've lost my audience due to the infrequency of the updates. Man, I sound like a webcomic creator. Anyways, I'm not certain the future of the rants. I've been the driving force of this thread for a long while now, but maybe it's time to let it die... Perhaps if I had not added my name to it I would have seen more people ranting in it. Oh well, only time will tell.

gran rey de los mono |
How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?
THREE! IT'S THREE!! EVERYONE KNOWS IT'S THREE!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FANCY "RESEARCH STUDIES" SAY, IT'S [expletive deleted]ING THREE!!!!!
There. One done for you. Just trying to make your life easier.

Ambrosia Slaad |
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Cancer [redacted]ing sucks.
I think over half of my family members have had it at least once at some point, and it's killed many of them. My mom has had breast cancer (caught early), uterine cancer, and a pre-cancerous thyroid tumor. My dad has had colorectal cancer and just two weeks ago went in yet again to have three more (almost a dozen total so far) melanoma tumors removed. At this point, I know the question is not "if?", but "when?" and "what type(s) will my siblings and I get?"
Cancer [redacted]ing sucks.
Yes, it [redacted][redacted]ing does.

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I have been meaning to rant here for a while but been too busy. I mean what is up with RL getting in the way of the stuff we want to do right? I don't have time to even post on a regular basis on this thread or any of the others I want too. Kids grand kids, looking at houses to buy putting in offers on houses working with lending brokers to figure out if I can buy a house to begin with and what I can afford. Man I want to go back to the time when I did not need to worry about all that stuff. That the most important things I needed to worry about were where I was going to go and have a drink and when my next gaming session was happening and if I had prepared for it. Now I barely get to read my subscription on regular basis let alone play the game.

Mythic JMD031 |
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What a roller-coaster of a month this has been so far. I went from almost quitting my job to filing a grievance against my supervisor to getting a possible promotion to getting a job offer some other company. I was going to use my righteous anger to fuel a rant but for some reason it just didn't seem like the right kind of anger if that makes any sense.

MagusJanus |

Rant time.
The problem with being sick is that, eventually, my mothrt finds out. And then she has to give me every piece of advice under the sun. And while I love my mother, on medical matters calling her "blooming idiots" would be a compliment.
One of the problems is that she has a love-affair with over-the-counter cold medications. This is a problem in particular because my biochemistry does not react the same way as her's does. The way mine reacts frustrates what doctors I've had over the years to no end; I metabolize medications rapidly and build up a tolerance very, very fast.
So, her love-affair with OTC meds causes her to forget that they don't work for me every time I get sick. "Oh, you must take this, this, and this." "Those don't work for me." "Well, if you don't take them, you won't get better rapidly." I don't get better rapidly anyway, so what $^%&ing difference does it make?
And the woman is pushy! You would think she never realized, out of all of the times I've proven to know better than her about my own body, that I actually have some idea of what is best for me. And she ignores what I say unless I'm yelling at her when I'm sick! Then she has the gall to accuse me of being extremely short-tempered when ill. Gee, if she used her &%%&ing ears and stopped treating her brain like a paper weight, maybe I wouldn't be so damned irritable.
Oh! And that's not even counting the fact the rest of my family is even stupider! What kind of moron suggests table salt for dealing with high blood pressure? The ones I'm related to! It's a wonder I'm not even more screwed up than I actually am!

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Okay incoming rant. Banks ... especially underwriters for banks asking for paperwork after piece of paper. I mean honestly we showed you that piece of paperwork already what did you do get hungry and eat it? We showed you a balance where money is owed us on that card why can you feel we have an outstanding debt for it? Why can't I just get the loan approval right now why does this process have to last all week and stress out the entire family I mean our closing is in 6 days can we please get an answer already before I have a darn coronary? It is as if they are taking a sadistic glee in dragging this process out. Can you please give me an answer already so I can sleep at night and not have to worry about where I am going to live?
next up .....packing, an activity that truly is awful.

Limeylongears |
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OK. A certain amount of priming with Russian Imperial (spit) Stout was required, but here goes:
Cards on the table time - I like dirty books and I like Sword and Planet, so when I saw that there was a 20+ novel series that combined the two, I nearly had an embarrassing and messy accident. Silly me. The first in the cycle, Tarnsman of Gor, was reasonable; I always thought 'Tarn' referred to a small body of water. Maybe 'Pond Straddlers' or 'Drippy Waddlers of Gor' didn't quite create the atmosphere of exotic, savage adventure the publisher was after, and anyway, a Tarn is apparently a vicious flightless bird which only a true granite-jawed hero can bend to his will. Various things happen in the mean time, mainly involving incredible fights against impossible odds and gorgeous young ladies who only require being crushed in the sweat-glazed embrace of a rhythmically farting gurgler dressed up as a hoplite to discover true womanly happiness, which (of course) involves gleefully submitting to their every wish without ever complaining, getting headaches, getting pregnant, getting old, having a will of their own, etc. Most of this is implied in many other S&P/S&S novels; however, Le Maitre Norman decides that what he's doing is not merely immature male wish-fulfilment (which does not bother me in the slightest) but a grand fillustuflickal crusade to slay radical feminism once and for all and re-establish gender relations on a Truly Natural Basis. The websites set up by his disciples prove that some people take this very seriously indeed, although the gay ones seem to solely involve men with no hair in night combat gear punching each other. I dunno. There was a group in Doncaster (a grotty post-industrial town in South Yorkshire, UK) who got in trouble when one member decided to take his girlfriend around the shops on a dog leash, incidentally, but other than that, they keep out of the public eye, being properly ashamed of themselves. You might say that if they were spouting Marxist dogma along with the sword fights and bottoms I wouldn't mind at all, and all I can say to that is YES YES ***K ME YES LEAD ME TO IT. I have just given myself a job, so watch out, you objects.

Mythic JMD031 |

Okay incoming rant. Banks ... especially underwriters for banks asking for paperwork after piece of paper. I mean honestly we showed you that piece of paperwork already what did you do get hungry and eat it? We showed you a balance where money is owed us on that card why can you feel we have an outstanding debt for it? Why can't I just get the loan approval right now why does this process have to last all week and stress out the entire family I mean our closing is in 6 days can we please get an answer already before I have a darn coronary? It is as if they are taking a sadistic glee in dragging this process out. Can you please give me an answer already so I can sleep at night and not have to worry about where I am going to live?
next up .....packing, an activity that truly is awful.
+1 rant point plus an extra bonus rant point for being the first person to rant in this thread in a while.

gran rey de los mono |
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Ok, how's this for a rant. Today I was supposed to have a Pathfinder game. This group meets every other week, and I had to miss the last 4 sessions due to various family commitments, so I was really [expletive deleted]ing looking forward to this. Late last night, I get a text from my assistant manager telling me that I had to come in four hours early! [Expletive deleted]! Even without the added BS of having to miss the game, having to show up 4 [expletive deleted]ing hours early--with no explanation--[expletive deleted]ing sucks! So I let the GM know I can't make it to the game, and completely rearrange my schedule so that I can get to work early. So tonight I woke up, did the 3 s's, and was just about to head out the door when guess what happens? Yep. I get a [expletive deleted]ing text from my [expletive deleted]ing ass-istant manager telling me not to show up until my normal time. [Expletive deleted]ing [expletive deleted] me in the [expletive deleted]ing [expletive deleted] hole. So now, I got shorted on sleep, missed the [expletive deleted]ing game, and for NOTHING!!!! [Expletive deleted]!! What the [expletive deleted] is up with that? I just wish this was the first time she's done that kind of carp to me. I better stop before I work myself up so much that I do something stupid like quit.
[Expletive deleted].