I had no idea you knew my brother. Small world.

This week, I have been given one letter to type at work. Sounds like I might actually be getting one more to type (I can hear my attorney dictating one). I NEED A NEW JOB!

(Actually, I had a phone interview on Friday I'm waiting to hear back on.)

It's that time of the month, so I'm pissy in general. I just want to bitch and whine and rant. I didn't ask for this. I don't want it!!

Some ****ing days man....

Corn and Wheat prices going to ****ing **** and I have to go out and spend another $35/acre to kill kochia. **** my ****ing life.

Losing your keys is the ****ing worst.

Went to a show in Lawrence last night that I didn't want to go to, but my buddy's band was opening up and I move in a couple weeks so this might be the last I ever see of some of the fellas and my last show ever in Lawrence (although I came to terms with that when I saw Voivod there in March). I literally had the conversation with myself as my hand was on the doorknob, "you don't have to do this." So against my better judgement, I drive down to see fat ass Max Cavalera, old as **** Death Angel, and sounded like shit Corrosion of Conformity (others were in disagreement about their sound). I'm not even drinking because I drove down solo and didn't want to risk getting shot by a cop over a DUI on my way back. Plus I wanted to leave after my buddy's set.

I get there, see my buddy's band, bought a t-shirt for my wife, listened to some new d-beat cassette in another buddy's van that he wanted me to hear, chatted some other foos up, and posed for some photogs. 8:45 and it's time to head back to KC, watch some Royals on the DVR and hit the hay. Except after walking 4 blocks to my car, I realize I don't have my keys. So I retrace all my steps, nothing. Talk to the guys at the bar where the show is at, no one has turned anything in. So I stick around with hessians crashing into me in the pit while I look for my keys on the floor, nothing. My buddy with the van did the right thing and left early as well, so I send him a Facebook message asking if my keys are in his van.

At this point, no keys and my only ride back to KC is with my buddy's band and they're staying until the end (like all bands should). So at 1:30am we finally head out, but they want to grab a bite so we hit up Burrito King and I get a spicy carnita burrito like I always do (I'll circle back around to what should of been the highlight of my night in a second). Burritos crushed, we hit the road, arrive at their storage unit in KC, I help them unload and finally get dropped of at my house at 2:35am. No keys, my wife's in Chicago, no garage door keypad, no key stashed under a pot; just the cat staring at me through the window like "just come inside, dumbass". So I decide to just sleep on our porch swing, knowing that my neighbor who has a key to our house walks his dog at 7:00am. Now I'm laying there on the porch swing freezing my ass off, and holding back a horrific Burrito King shit. I mean, 1/4 of this thing is already protruding out my butthole, but the possibility of shitting outside was not even considered as this dump had all the prerequisites of needing a Steven King novel amount of paper to clean my ass. And I was right. I've shit twice since gaining entry to my house and both were full of hate.

Anyway, we of course gave our responsible neighbor the key to our house. So attempting to not look like a drugged out nutjob, he comes out and I make up some story about driving my car into our nearby shop for some repairs before they opened and mistakenly left my entire set of keys with the car when I walked back home. Even though I looked a hot mess in my 4th most graphic death metal t-shirt, buttcheek waddling across the street, and a knot in my neck the size of Octomom's dangling clit from laying on that ****ing porch swing; he chuckles awkwardly and grabs his key. While I'm defiling my bathroom, I get a Facebook message from my buddy that my keys are in his van but I'd have to go to his work in Independence to get them. So now I've spent a half day just getting my keys and my shit back up to KC.

*my buddy did offer his place to stay, but he has 2 kids and a pregnant wife who was already grumpy that he was out that late and hadn't yet found out that there was no to-go burrito purchased for her after she likely quizzed him on what he'd eaten that night

*I thought about Uber-ing to a motel, but at 2:30am, I felt I could tough it out and I did.

*the real **** you though, is that my keys are on a clip that fastens to a belt loop, but my dumbass just had them in my pocket

I am no doubt too old for this shit.

That was outstanding United! I could feel the hate...

I interviewed someone today for a job and asked a pretty standard "What are your career goals?". The person responded, "None."

First time I've ever heard that.

**** this mother****ing cocksucking son of a mother****ing **** ass bitch that lives next to this field I farm.

He turned me into the state again for "damaging" his trees. ROFL Fifth ****ing time he has done it and the only time I ever caused any "damage" was the first time. The problem is that he got paid the first time by our insurance. Now, every time there is a leaf out and I roll next door, he turns me into the state. Just like pulling a slot machine with someone else's tab.

The real problem is that there is absolutely no recourse for filing a blatantly fraudulent claim. None whatsoever. So any time Buehler445 rolls, he goes and finds a leaf that isn't 100% healthy and said I did it. And there is precisely ****all I can do about it. One of 2 things happen when a claim is filed. 1.) Nothing. 2.) Applicator has liability.

The whole thing is mind bogglingly stupid and it pisses me off ****ing infinitely.

Respect receptionists. If people aren't calling you back, it's not their fault. They are doing their job and relaying messages. It is not their job duty to hold a gun to their bosses' heads and make them return calls or get stuff done.

On the flip side, if you work with a receptionist, it would make their day go a lot better if you wouldn't bitch every time they try to transfer a call to you. Especially whenever answering phones is only part of what they do. Not only are they sick of hearing you bitch, they have other things to do, so just take the goddamn call!!!

My kid likes Spiderman, so I thought I'd get him a figurine to play with. Nope. It's got to have this FX port on his back and on his arm so that you can plug different things in like a motorcycle or a web launcher that make sounds. I just want a ****ing figurine. My kid can use his imagination and create his own voice for Spiderman. Nope. Not according to Hasbro.

So, I buy the figurine that came with the bike, because I figure my kid will also get a kick out of it. I also thought that I could simply buy the web launcher separately. Noooope. In order to get the web launcher, I have to buy another figurine that comes with it. WTF!

Biggest scam. A $10 figurine has to turn into nearly $50 of multiple figurines with accessories? Ugh!

Luckily, he's 3, so the gaping hole in Spiderman's arm where the web launcher is supposed to plug into won't phase him a bit.

Still...WTF!

Why not just buy a version that doesn't have the FX port?

https://www.amazon.com/Marvel-Spider...ateway&sr=8-10

https://www.amazon.com/Spider-Man-Ma...ateway&sr=8-17

This thread needs a theme song:

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I saw it was a Titan Series, so I guess I assumed the whole series had the FX ports. So, I feel a little silly about the whole rant thing now. Except for the fact that I can't buy just a web launcher (at least not that I've found yet).

ROFL
I bought my kids a ****in Spider-Man trash can.
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**** Walgreens. Spineless cowards.

What happened?

It's cool CVS is across the street

As every pharmacist who has worked in community pharmacy and most others know, federal and state laws impose relatively strict limits on the amount of pseudoephedrine a person may buy and a pharmacy may sell. State law may impose more strict limits, so it is important to understand the laws in your state.

How do you know that’s what Joey is pissed at them for? I figured he applied for a job and they denied him because felony.

I'm ****ing pissed because i have a disability i don't get noticed by people or they just want to piss on my parade. I'll give you a example. I was working helping out getting carts when I'm not doing my loader job at work. This cum stain come to me and say what you smiling about i just thinking about a happy thought when this pissant comes up to me. Well **** you asshole now you ruin my mood cause of my anxiety I'll be thinking maybe he right i don't deserve to be happy maybe that why my mom died because she couldn't live much longer bearing to see her son is a burden on god earth. So thank you asshole i hope you had a pleasant day while i start feeling sorry for myself now.

Chin up. He’s probably far more self conscious than you.

You do what you need to and **** everyone else.

I'm still pissed i tried a taco at Burger King

MOTHER **** YOU BURGER KING

Ignore that crap, nut.

...if more people were like you, the world would be a much better place, my friend.

And trust me on this, your momma is smiling down on you from Heaven.

Misery loves company so the prick is jealous of your happiness so therefor he was trying to rune you day don't let anyone piss on your parade.


I'm the same way people can't figure out why i'm in a good mood when I go to work but i'm like I got another day to live and that means another day i can dream about going fishing or go fishing on the horizon.

Not so much a rant as a whine.

Found out that I have sleep apnea AND gallstones. Boyfriend is out of town for work, so I also have a kiddo who has been testing my boundaries all week.

Lord help me!

To my co-worker: I understand you're frustrated that the copier keeps jamming after you've been running it for nearly an hour. The answer is not to slam open doors and pound on buttons. And, heaven forbid the guy we're paying $125/hour to set up a new workstation needs to interrupt you for about 30 seconds to find information to get the network printer connected. I'm sorry you feel that you can only go out and take three puffs on your cigarette whenever the boss is out of the office, but your heavy sighs and huffs at every little things are sooooo annoying. If you're that stressed out over making copies, I'd hate to see what real stress does to you.

Granted I'm just a lurker, but you're legit one of my favorite posters here.

The so called "road" across Bagnell dam simply wasn't meant for todays vehicles, nor the amount of traffic it now gets

On the way down last sunday, my work bud was behind the wheel and perfectly within his lane... as was the truck coming the other way, but his huge tow mirrors stuck out so far it clipped our driver side mirror and busted it into 100 pieces

Mother****er, I'm sick of banks.

Try to do one piddly little real estate loan, and everything has to be ****ing hard. Standard banking practices? NOPE! Gotta be a pain in the ****ing ass. Why? **** you that's why.

Bankers are just 1 step below lawyers and the IRS. Conniving bastards.

Buying another third of Kansas to farm?

I am sick of being locked out of the Mahomes thread. It's been like a year and I have asked to get back in and got nothing. Mods hate me.

Work email dumbassery.

Girl on my team reaches out to a subject matter expert (SME) looking for some information. SME refers her to me and another guy on our team not realizing we're all 3 on the same team. The other guy on our team attempts to find the information and can't, so he reaches out to another contact in our department with deep knowledge of the issue at hand. That contact replies that he doesn't have the information needed but is CC'ing the original SME to see if he can assist. So now we've come full ****ing circle.

I've set up Outlook to direct all future emails with that subject line straight to the trash so I'll never see them.

Don't get me started on Reply All.

This is my work life on repeat, ad infinitum.

There is a 4-way stop at the "major" intersection in the small town I now live in. You'd think people would learn how to use it.

Also, if those same drivers could figure out the "zipper effect" works wonders in getting people through the car line at school much more efficiently, that would help a TON.

LOL. No. I’m just a little guy comparatively. Just 320 acres. And everybody has to set out to **** Buehler. Other than the broker of the sale and the title insurance dude (who’s my neighbor).

That’s asking a lot.