Things We Hate
Just getting it out there. Take it with a grain of salt, people. Well, not anything Trump-related. Fuck that guy FOREVER. And Kid Rock can suck it, too. Those vile things are non-negotiable.
- Don Trump.
- Don Trump’s hair.
- Don Trump’s voice.
- Don Trump anything.
- The insufferable MAGA movement.
- Kid Rock anything and everything.
- Hollywood and all its trimmings.
- Pop culture performers.
- Pop culture parasites.
- Pop culture profiteers.
- Pop culture paparazzi.
- Nü Metal.
- Sitcoms.
- Saying “literally,” literally the wrong way.
- Summer heat above 77 degrees.
- Cop stance.
- Turbulence at 30,000 feet.
- Taking off in a big-ass jet plane in a storm.
- Air traffic control delays.
- Missing a flight.
- That middle seat, anywhere, really.
- Missing that seat upgrade by one person.
- Dropped cell phone calls.
- Loud fucks on a cell phone.
- Tsunamis.
- The Iraq War.
- Charley horse wake-up calls.
- Flat tires.
- Grooms wearing sandals.
- Anything with a fuckin’ “Beach Theme.”
- People who are mean to dogs.
- Opportunistic, bloodsucking mechanics.
- Sock and sandal combos.
- The random mall-dwelling “Prince of Dorkness.”
- Hot Topic bondage pants.
- Malls.
- People who say “Woo-Hoo.”
- Dust bunnies.
- Spiders. (Actively working on this one.)
- Halitosis. And other fake diseases.
- Bills.
- “Detuned guitars” by visiting “musicians.”
- New and mysterious guitar neck dings.
- Lost remote controls.
- Paper cuts.
- Bad kerning.
- “Clicking” hard drives.
- Sore throats.
- Missing home.
- Overconfident utilikilt bros.
- Kitchen humor.
- Sushi.
- Tribal tattoos.
- Abercrombie+Fitch bullshit.
- The 405 from Los Angeles down to Irvine.
- Surfer lore.
- The word, “Dude.”
- Fucks who do the “Yah, yah, yah…” quip.
- Happy hikers.
- Milk with dinner.
- Getting yer car towed.
- Encores.
- Artichoke hearts.
- The Republican party, those spineless fucks.
- Creed.
- Flight attendant attitude.
- Aqua Socks.
- “Uncle” Vans shoes.
- Golf sweatshirts.
- Faux “worn” hats. Motherfuckers.
- Faux “worn” anything.
- Devil Beast Wife Complex.
- Snowboarding Scene Claustrophobia.
- Toby Keith.
- Toby Keith’s nose.
- Toby Keith’s facial hair.
- Jock patriot anthems.
- Country singers in the Bahamas.
- Contemporary roadside signage.
- Recounting previous night’s drink list.
- Poorly-kerned anything.
- Predictable encores.
- Mark “Marky Mark” Wahlberg’s “acting.”
- Rascal Flatts.
- Hollywood, Nashville.
- Country music clichés.
- “American Chopper” design sense.
- Overactive bass players. Settle down.
- Painful band publicity shots.
- DIY disc/record packaging.
- “My Little Brother Did It” record design.
- Artichokes.
- Olives.
- Capers.
- Beets.
- Honey mustard.
- Mustard with seeds, bark and pebbles in it.
- Dancehall music.
- Dollar General.
- The strangling of American small businesses.
- Drivers who don’t use their turn signals.
- Matt Gaetz' fivehead.
- Rush Limbaugh anything. Good riddance.
- Cigarettes.
- Cigarette butts.
- Cigarette smoke.
- Cigarette ashtrays.
- Cigarette diseases.
- Cigarette deaths.
- Vaping.
- Vaping hardware.
- Vaping stores.
- Vaping client referrals.
- Vurps. (Vomit Burps.)
- Fish bowl smell in a glass of water.
- Infomericals.
- Ted Nugent, that smug piece of shit.
- Cute bands with nominal talent.
- A dull blade.
- Utah style wars.
- Warren Jeffs and his malicious ways.
- Subdivision signage. i.e.: Whispering Dicks
- Nike logos on a truck cab window.
- Stubbed toes.
- Cellphones with obnoxious ringtones.
- PBR aftertaste.
- The “strip malling” of America.
- Foundation makeup.
- The Tea Party.
- Guy Fieri.
- Michele Bachmann, that bumbling idiot.
- Sarah Palin anything.
- Whiteout conditions while driving.
- Stacked food.
- Arthritic joints.
- Prime mark abuse.
- Cab drivers who just don’t give a fuck.
- Airport luggage handler tarmac dudes.
- Red-eye flights.
- First class passengers, eyeballing you.
- Anything and everything Ted Cruz.
- Trolls.
- Soul patch facial formations.
- Bed bugs.
- Sandy Blvd. morning traffic.
- People on bikes running stoplights.
- Gratuitous public displays of affection.
- Slap bass of any sort.
- Stacked food.
- Uncomfortable elevator rides.
- Dust on your camera’s photo sensor.
- That distinct East Coast “Tough Guy”attitude.
- Mosquitoes.
- Mosquito bites.
- Period. To. Make. A. Point. Bull. Shit.
- Fret buzz.
- Guitar store clerks.
- Cats.
- Cat litter boxes.
- That fun “cat piss” smell in a house.
- Cat memes.
- Needles.
- Getting your blood drawn.
- E-mail attachments bigger than 5mb.
- Cheerleaders.
- Cheerleader moms.
- Overly-manicured dinner situations.
- Overly-manicured dinner photoshoots.
- Pictures of coffee.
- Pictures of coffee with cream leaves.
- Reckless cab drivers.
- Baggage fees.
- Pompous, wheezing graduate students.
- Tight seatbelts.
- Dinged corners on a stack of posters.
- Ingrown hairs.
- Elbow warts.
- Skin tags that just keep coming back.
- Anti-Vaxxers.
- Plastic surgery lips.
- Plastic surgery noses.
- Plastic surgery breasts.
- Plastic surgery eyes.
- Losing to Nakamoto at dice.
- Poorly-labeled computer files.
- Poorly-packaged eBay shipments.
- Drivers hogging the highway’s left lane.
- Loud Sky Club business guy phone calls.
- Bouncer attitude and stunted intellect.
- Things growing in the garbage disposal.
- Packing peanuts.
- Marjorie Taylor-Greene anything.
- Crooked horizons in photographs.
- California drivers on mellow Oregon streets.
- The “service” in Portland restaurants.
- “Spirited” fucks yelling in a restaurant.
- The day we lost Dad.
- Saying goodbye to Dad.
- Folky certitude from people after Dad died.
- Confusion over where Dad went.