Things that suck...

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Originally Posted by MoTown

I call bullshit. Did you have to write a 15 page paper and avoid farting all day?

:cogent:

And my last internship was a whole lot harder than this one.

Finishing a 15 page paper and immediately starting on a take-home final exam full of really shitty essay questions.

Its a rough week but at least we signed Kwami Brown!

My internship involved generating that much research-y paperwork in a week, when I wasn't (pretty literally) swimming in toxic shit. I ultimately took a job with the firm I'd interned with, doing work that was more laid back than when I was an intern. I even got my own intern to push around.

What was your major?

Cadallac's slogan:

"Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit."

WTF is that bullshit?!?!? Did a six year old come up with that? The pursuit of what??? I have an idea, let's take a great, timeless quote and change it slightly so it sounds creative.

Geraldo Rivera

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Originally Posted by Zekyl

What was your major?

Doesn't it suck that you may never know? :)

And, having heard about what a nursing student's going through, I'll say that I probably had it easier... catheters suck.

When your friend, after an extended stay in your bathroom, walks out and asks "Do you have a plunger?"

Cleaning the pool.

Sal Masekela on my TV.

When sons a bitches say the same shit over and over and over again or something.

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Originally Posted by Tahoe

When sons a bitches say the same shit over and over and over again or something.

I really hate having to repeat myself. So if I say something and someone didn't hear me and asks me to say it again, I tell 'em to fuck off.

Oh fuck yea!

Those stupid ass SportsCenter live commercials.

Some som bitch makes a tackle and acts like he just won the fuckin lottery.

company picnics

"So Bob, are you still trying to fuck Helen from accounting?"

moles

The ones in my yard, not the skin abnormalities or Rob Parker's CWPFs.

Although both of those are pretty sketchy, too.

Maybe need a "things that are sketchy" thread?

Waking up and immediately pouring a beer from the keg.

Wait, that's the opposite of sucking.

giving a 45min presentation and knowing that nobody there really gives a damn about what you're talking about, and I can't blame them

Not golfing every day.

2pm tee times, kind of suck. Its hot out. Can't wait to get out there.

That speech is spelled speech and speak is spelled speak. WTF is that shit? How the fuck am I supposed to remember that shit every time I write that?

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Originally Posted by Tahoe

That speech is spelled speech and speak is spelled speak. WTF is that shit? How the fuck am I supposed to remember that shit every time I write that?

Because speech cant be spelled speak.

I agree with peeps hatin on the US for that though. I mean shouldn't you be why is it that the same damn root word is spelled differently?

Breaking a shoelace.

It almost always happens when you are in a hurry, too.

And who the fuck keeps extra shoelaces on hand? So then you have to make do with this gimpy short lace until you can make a special trip to the store to buy a .59 pair of shoelaces.

FUCK.

Busting your lawnmower blade on a piece of steel.

Not being able to blow good snot rockets. I've never been good and that and that sucks. I get good scooge going in my nose with all the saw dust, etc but I can't do it.

Being unmotivated and coming to WTF to read some new posts only to find out no one feels like posting anything this morning.

You guys suck.

NO U

It's funny that you can get me to LOL almost every time by posting 3 capital letters.

Blowing out your knee during intramural soccer. One of the guys on my team planted and his whole knee buckled. They had to take him to the hospital.

pissing and missing

^^ split streams suck too.

Doing tons of math at work. I like my job, and my job isn't necessarily to do math, but the project I'm on is all endless math. My head hurts by the time I get home every day. On the positive side, I can probably go test for a thermal physics degree by the time I finish this.

:emo kid:

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The following phone conversation I just had with my wife:

Me: Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm going out tonight (followed by detailed reasoning as to why and who with)

Wife: But, what about the chicken?

Me: What?

Wife: We have to make that chicken or it will go bad.

Me: We can still make the chicken, I've got time.

Wife: No, you don't

Me: I guess we can have something else

Wife: So we're just going to let the chicken go bad then?

Me: We can make the chicken....I can be a couple minutes late

Wife: I'm not asking you to plan your life around chicken

Me: So.....what do you want to do for dinner then?

Wife: I guess I'll just make the chicken

^ that is sooooooo married life. lol

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Originally Posted by Big Swami

Sorry to hear this. Losing a pet hurts like hell but sometimes you're too embarrassed to talk about it in case people think you're nuts. But you know what? Fuck that. They're members of your family and you deserve a chance to mourn.

I had to put one of my dogs to sleep a couple weeks ago too, but I was too broke up to post about it. She was a 6-year-old Rottweiler. I miss her terribly. I blubbered like a baby every time I talked about her for a while.

We got her from a dog rescue where my wife volunteers. Basically it's a shelter in Southfield where they don't kill animals to make space. We volunteered to foster her while she waited for someone to adopt. She had been rescued from a puppy mill where she lived in a crate and was used for breeding all the time. She was really underweight and had arthritis in her spine. She wasn't spayed, and she was in heat when she got to our house. I thought my wife was completely nuts for doing this to me...

Another troubling thing was that she would randomly let loose a gigantic flood of pee in the kitchen. So to address both of these problems, my wife bought a bunch of Pampers and cut out a little hole in the back for her tail stump.

My other dog, Guinness, is a 10 year old large black lab. He's neutered, but that didn't stop him from repeatedly tearing off her diaper and ... all the rest. But within a few weeks, she was out of heat and growling at him whenever he tried anything. We figured out how to keep her from peeing in the house, so we could get rid of the diapers. She did eventually settle into a good friendship with Guinness, following him around from place to place, and sleeping against him at night. When we saw this develop, we realized that all three of us liked her too much to give her away to anyone.

When we left the house, she would hop up on the back of the sofa like a mountain goat and stare at us as we got in the car. She also sometimes stole Guinness' toys, especially a stuffed duck that he loves. And she had bad breath all the time. And she did occasionally break into the garbage. And she did once hop up on the counter and crack open a bottle of dog medicine, which she shared with Guinness, and I had to make them both throw up with hydrogen peroxide. But that was as bad as she ever got. She was so innocent and goofy and friendly that we occasionally shared our furniture with her, and we were more than happy to do so.

As she gained enough weight, she was finally ready to go get spayed. My wife was allowed to assist. And when they opened her up, they found that she was so full of cancer that she had no more than a few weeks to live. My wife was horrified. We were both completely heartbroken, and still are today. We had her cremated. When her ashes arrived, I actually hugged the box they came in.

RIP Bonita, my sweet girl. That's her in front, Guinness in the back.
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I'll never forget the experience of having her around, even if it was only for a little while. I'm now a committed believer in fostering shelter dogs.

And we've done it again. George is here now. George is another Rottweiler - there are a lot of those in shelters these days. He's only 2 years old, and it's still hard to keep him from peeing in the house. George is a little scared of me. I think I know why:

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This is a dog that should be at least 80 pounds, weighing in at 59. He's almost painful to look at, he's so skinny. He was starved and abused by his previous owner. I spend a lot of time with him.

If you like dogs a lot, and you want to get one, please visit a local volunteer shelter and meet the ones they have instead of buying one from a breeder or a store. They need your help and there are always really good dogs available. Some of them came from families where they lost their homes in the mortgage crisis and there are so many in the shelters right now. They need your help. OK, I'm done preaching now.

Back to your regularly scheduled "suck" thread.

UPDATE: Georgie has been adopted by very nice people.

Guinness died yesterday. My dear, sweet boy. My very best friend. My heart is broken, and my house is empty. I don't know how I'm going to live without him. Wherever you are, you are with Bonita now.

Condolenes. That sucks. I put my dog of 15 years down last year and my cat died a lil less than a week before I moved. Sucks.

On topic of things that suck: When you lose a dog and someone comes up to you and says, "Just get another dog" Those comments, imo, should immediately be followed up with a swat to the face.