How the hell should I know what I'm here for? Probably the same thing everyone else is here for. If you don't know what that is forget it. Just forget it.

music, pool, fixing old radios, playing guitar and drums.

airplane, the blues brothers 1. I wish they would make a movie where someone poisons Oprah Winfrey. For that matter Why can't she just go ahead and die on her own, for real. But I just know if that happened, we'd see her entire pathetic, sap-and-drama-fueled career play forever and fucking EVER, on every possible media format, in every time slot, time zone and parallel fucking universe. This is a no-win. ( lose-lose?) Whatever. It just sucks.

The science channel. Unless it's about sharks or whales or dolphins. Yeah, I'm even tired of dolphins by now. Why doesn't evolution happen FASTER for crissakes? It's LAZY, that's why. How am I supposed to stay interested in the environment when it's always the same old boilerplate animals all the friggin time? And while we're at it, where do all those sea-hugger dudes get the bling to go diving 365 offa those big-assed tricked out boats they always show? Either daddy's got way too much spare jing-a-jing, or there's a freighter full of government grants with our tax cheese floating around the ocean someplace. Plus by now, those fish (mammals..WHATEVER) are pretty old with the whole "creeping-us-out-with-the-big-goggles-and-bright-lights" routine" anyway. If they ever DO figure out what those dolphins are saying, it's gonna be something like, "Get the hell away from us before we "Steve Irwin" your rubber-coated ASS!!!"

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Corona beer, vodka n' diet coke, making people laugh winning at pool.

Sugary trendy shots of booze, even if there are little gold flakes floating around it (did King Tut take a piss in that thing, or what?). Intolerance toward people (unless it's Oprah Winfrey), and baseball caps...that's right I said BASEBALL CAPS!! Backwards, forwards, sideways, half-sideways or even just sitting on a rack. Baseball caps are a scourge and an eyesore. As soon as I see a baseball cap wearer, I know immediately there is something even more annoying just below the brim. Never in history has one single article of attire been such an identifiable mainstay for such a wide array of Dicktwats, smartasses, lowlifes, know-it-alls, rednecks, spoiled brats, assholes, bugtusslers, morons, pretenders, addicts, and drunks. Oh yeah, narks. Almost forgot narks. Gangstas like to wear them too, but there are so many other annoying aspects to THOSE punk-asses that the headgear fades like the darkness at dawn. In fact, I could pen an entire volume of books on those penis- grabbing, society blaming, back-stabbing self hating fucks, but the so-called "music" they spew tells you everything you need to know anyway. Too bad they can't play any instruments or read/speak English. But as long as people are stupid enough to keep buying that shit, they can go on grabbing their dicks with their clothes ON, instead of starring in porn flicks where they might actually have to do some WORK.