<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611</id><updated>2011-12-20T20:38:49.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Hate List</title><subtitle type='html'>The Famous Hate List is a place to let the world know all the things that make you punch walls. People, places, things or even your fellow haters are all fair game.  Well, almost fair game; no last names please.  If  you have some hate to share, email it to me at &lt;a href="mailto:streeter@streeterseidell.com"&gt;streeter@streeterseidell.com&lt;/a&gt; with 'Hate' in the subject line!
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://streeterseidell.com/hate%20button.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085905415856516</id><published>2006-06-20T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:04:14.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Athletics</title><content type='html'>Eric P. really hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hey, lacrosse guy, you're the coolest guy ever!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's so cool that you carry around that stick with you everywhere you go, amazing us with how you twirl it around so fast and keep that ball in there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't know what you're doing with it in the library, but that's probably because I'm just not as cool as you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cant believe I've been wasting my time with the good American classic sports like baseball and football, and not gotten into lacrosse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man, I wish I could be so cool as to pop my collar and carry that stick to parties and into the bathroom with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Listen jerk ass, you play lacrosse, good for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I play baseball, you don't see me carrying a bat or a glove around with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quit raping strippers, quit trying to be somebody from Laguna Beach, and put that fucking stick away already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085905415856516?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085905415856516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085905415856516' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085905415856516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085905415856516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-athletics.html' title='Hate For Athletics'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085894655024352</id><published>2006-06-20T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:02:26.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Juliet Hateback</title><content type='html'>This one from Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, you think "emo" is a very talented genre of music? Emocore my ass all emo is is the result of the Punk genre taking a big fucking shit in the toliet. You pretend to hate emo and call it faggy, but come on, you're really a self hating fag aren't you? Or lesbian whatever. I wish your mom's HMO covered abortion. I hate you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085894655024352?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085894655024352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085894655024352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085894655024352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085894655024352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-juliet-hateback.html' title='Another Juliet Hateback'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085887054997615</id><published>2006-06-20T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:01:10.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hateback: Hating On Emo Haters</title><content type='html'>Joe hates &lt;a href="http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-emo.html"&gt;Juliet from New Jersey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I hate people who identify emo as a legitimate type of music, those who will defend its whiny lyrics and weak power (like home office) chords. I hate people who classify bands such as Sunny Day Real Estate as talented musicians. Well, to be honest thats all I've got. I started out thinking how hilariously witty my "I hate" response was going to be but, that, um, sorta' fell apart. Hey the title wasn’t bad though eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085887054997615?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085887054997615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085887054997615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085887054997615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085887054997615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hateback-hating-on-emo-haters.html' title='Hateback: Hating On Emo Haters'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085862904911445</id><published>2006-06-20T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:57:09.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Male Beauty</title><content type='html'>Jeremy C. from Washington State University really hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jerryremy.com/LogoServer/college/WashingtonUInStLouisBears.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.jerryremy.com/LogoServer/college/WashingtonUInStLouisBears.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really hate "Guy who jogs around campus with his shirt off".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize you're better looking than me and have an awesome body. Ok, it is fine you get way more sex than me, but the last thing I need when I wake up on Wednesday with a hangover and an orange tint to my lips becaues I went on a drunken eating binge and finished an entire bag of Cheetos is to see your "better than ass" jogging right in front of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I swear to God if you keep it up the next time you come jogging by me in your addidas shorts and bronzed body you're getting a branch in the back of your head. Watch out asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085862904911445?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085862904911445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085862904911445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085862904911445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085862904911445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-male-beauty.html' title='Hate For Male Beauty'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085848263177104</id><published>2006-06-20T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:54:42.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Caring</title><content type='html'>Cher from Windsor University really hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://300bucks.ca/userMedia/Image/gfx-logo-design/logo-WindsorUniversity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://300bucks.ca/userMedia/Image/gfx-logo-design/logo-WindsorUniversity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate those people who pretend to care about public tragedies as if it were their own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not heartless, and I do have compassion, but I'm not about to spend an hour saying 'what a great man that police officer was' near tears about someone whom I have never met, planned to meet, and maybe would have had the pleasure of meeting in a traffic stop as a crammed my weed in my glove compartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe you feel that pretending to know someone important makes you important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe you know that anything you say can't be argued because the person in question is dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You're not a fucking superior person for faking to care about some random.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one buys it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don't have enough close friends to care about, so you hold onto these imaginary ones you find out about in the news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you actually went through the pain of losing someone you care about, you wouldn't want to even fake that feeling ever again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You fucking make me sick with your 'moments of silence' and hugs of comfort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You never knew the fucking guy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take your donations and carnations and shove them up your ass!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fucking hate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085848263177104?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085848263177104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085848263177104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085848263177104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085848263177104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-caring.html' title='Hate For Caring'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085832466472468</id><published>2006-06-20T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:52:04.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Highway</title><content type='html'>Jasmine from USC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tnd.usc.edu/images/usc_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tnd.usc.edu/images/usc_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I spend a good two hours driving a day and the trucks that get on the freeways in OC and LA really piss me off. I understand that for the most part they are larger vehicles so they cant take ramps as fast, but driving 40 with a posted speed limit of 65 (which everyone knows means drive 80) is just absolutely ridiculous. If I drove a Hummer I would just ram them. However, as I am confined to a Civic, I must simply channel my rage into hoping that they will catch a glance of my severely discontented face, which of course they won't because they are approximately one story above me. And that is just the big rigs. In Orange County we also get a lot of gardener trucks on the freeway. These idiots also drive slow simply because they cannot afford to get pulled over for fear of being deported back to Central America. But the slow driving isn't the only terrible part of the gardener trucks. These are usually early 90s pickups that have been shoddily converted into gardener trucks which house lawnmowers, rakes, shovels and whatever else it is that gardeners use. Said tools are barely attached to said truck which, quite frankly, scares me to death. Now it is to be understood that if they drove much faster on the freeway then these rusted landscaping mediums might actually fall off causing even more anger on my part, but my point is that none of these vehicles should be allowed on the freeway. Ever. It is with great rarity the freeways in Southern California are clear enough to actually go the speed limit. Please don't ruin it for the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085832466472468?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085832466472468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085832466472468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085832466472468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085832466472468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-highway.html' title='Hate For The Highway'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085816784359280</id><published>2006-06-20T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:49:27.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Comically Challenged</title><content type='html'>Liam M. hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I hate people who make one funny joke in their whole life and then think they are incredibly funny. These people are not funny, their fags. Fags whose only way to coolness is by telling the same fucking average joke over and over again. For example, lets say there is this massive d-bag at your school who everyone hates and makes fun of with equal ability. Then Faggy McFag comes along and says a joke that is average and overused(That guy is really gay he must like to do dudes up the butt) something to that affect. Some fag laughs and this tool with low self esteem thinks he's cool. Now that he is on a powertrip of gayness and he doesn't stop insulting people using the same insult. Eventually he tries to worm his way into a group of friends, but luckily most people aren't gay so they tell to go to his dorm and kill himself. I wish they would listen to this advice because some where down the road they'll do the same fucking thing again.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notice the irony here in that Liam berates people for relying on trusted fall backs but calls his nemesis a 'fag' in almost every sentence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085816784359280?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085816784359280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085816784359280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085816784359280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085816784359280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-comically-challenged.html' title='Hate For The Comically Challenged'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085791657874174</id><published>2006-06-20T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:45:16.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For K-Fed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;George H. hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He is the poster child for white trash all he needs is a trailer and a car on blocks. Not only has he ruined Brittany Spears life and the other girl he has two children with. He has also ruined the world; people now think it's cool to dress as a complete scum bag. These people now flood every bar you go to in hopes of scoring a chick like Brittany. What they don't realize is that she is white trash too, and if that's the girl you want then you should move to Po Dunk County and you can score one there. If any one should have there nuts cut off its him, I mean seriously he could impregnate a girl from 6ft away and then just as easily leave them and take there money. Then this guy tries to make a CD....JUST FOR THE RECORD YOU HAVE NO MUSIC ABILITY....my retard friend has more music ability then he does. My final thoughts are these....take the Budweiser out of your hand and out of your ass, put the drugs down, get a job and some new clothes, and for once shower. You probably smell like a monkey's ass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085791657874174?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085791657874174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085791657874174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085791657874174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085791657874174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-k-fed_20.html' title='Hate For K-Fed'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085782306147111</id><published>2006-06-20T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:43:43.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Mega-Nerds</title><content type='html'>Anonymous hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I hate that guy at the Electronic store that has to tell me about his whole freakin WoW character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just want to buy my pre-used 5 dollar game so I can kill a few hours of time before giving up and getting drunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't give a rats ass how you found the Level 64 exp#44 sword.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SHUT UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085782306147111?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085782306147111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085782306147111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085782306147111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085782306147111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-mega-nerds_20.html' title='Hate For Mega-Nerds'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-115085772758805611</id><published>2006-06-20T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:42:07.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Almost Family</title><content type='html'>Matt H. from Wesley College hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I hate my girlfriend's annoying, slutty, pathetic excuse for a human being sister. She is a stuck-up, phys co-pathetic, mentally challenged bitch. OH your 21, wanna buy me beer? OK. I get me beer but where the fuck is my change bitch. You say its "Only five dollars." That's my 5 dollars bitch. I bought your fat ass a forty too, what more do you want you stingy Jew. I had to drive you here because your stupid ass can't fucking operate a car, and when you do it always seems to end up with horrific results.Two totaled cars since I have been dating your sister (1 year). You are a total waste of oxygen and the way I see it is your taking precious seconds off my life.Something must be done. Hopefully while your fat ass is in the ocean, poachers mistake you for a whale and use you for target practice. Then you go out and leave your fuckin crying, spoiled rotten, worthless child behind (who is going to need some serious treatment around 6 or 7) for my girlfriend and I to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-115085772758805611?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/115085772758805611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=115085772758805611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085772758805611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/115085772758805611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-for-almost-family_20.html' title='Hate For Almost Family'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114913260992147723</id><published>2006-05-31T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:30:46.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Social Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Scott S. form Benedictine College&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/benedictine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/benedictine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate all those that need causes. All your tears and hours for some under-spoken group that you're sure needs saving. Stop trying to end (insert cause that no one really gives a shit about... abortion, drinking, starving homeless dogs). If the world needed your help, they'd hire you. Get out of my face and stop sending petitions to my mailbox. Honestly, I don't care about that kid in South America, if I don't feed him cocaine will. Also, you non-traditional students. Yeah, so I get it that you've lived longer than me and saw more shit happen to fuck up the world. I don't care about your opinions in class and how things were different in your day. This is my time and computers and other "magical sci-fi machines" like the internet bill-pay are easy to use and understand. So the next time you enroll in Finance 101, don't tell me how the last time you did taxes was with the G.I. Bill and a slide ruler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114913260992147723?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114913260992147723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114913260992147723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913260992147723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913260992147723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-social-awareness.html' title='Hate for Social Awareness'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114913249657920263</id><published>2006-05-31T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:28:31.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Emo</title><content type='html'>Juliet from New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/new-jersey-zip-code-map.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/new-jersey-zip-code-map.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fucking hate people who identify with "emo". Emo is not even a fucking adjective you stupid douche bags. Its a type of music, not people. The next time I read a myspace profile of someone who calls themselves "emo" I am going to google earth their address and fuck up their stupid shit eating face. Who the fuck do they think they are, ruining the name of a talented genre of music. "Emo" doesn't mean emotional, it means "emocore" (like the band Sunny Day Real Estate).  Do you think no one understands you because you are complicated and different? No. It's because no one cares. Being in touch with your feelings and wearing women’s clothing is a subculture, its called homosexuality. You're not "emo", you're "a faggot". I hope you slit your wrists and bleed to death in your bathtub, you piece of shit. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114913249657920263?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114913249657920263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114913249657920263' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913249657920263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913249657920263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-emo.html' title='Hate for Emo'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114913234025909447</id><published>2006-05-31T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:25:40.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Xenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mike from Providence College&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/pennstat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/pennstat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I. Fucking. Hate. Tom. Cruise. His 'knowledge' of psychiatry is right up to par with his stature. Or for that matter, his dick as well. It's definitely non-existent. He has the gall to not only bash anybody with a mental ailment, but go on to say that it's NON-EXSISTENT? Oh my God. And the requirements for such bullshit? A high school diploma and a role in an action movie. WOW. Next thing you know, Little John is going to tell us that having Chlamydia is all in our heads and Nicolas Cage is going to deny the fact that we have a right foot and Eva Longoria will tell us that only pussies get cancer. Jesus. And Katie Holmes? The woman creeps me out even more than the man she's pretending to fuck. I can just picture Tom mixing drugs in her scientology energy drink. She's his fucking beard. The man is a sexually frustrated, delusional control freak. He gives gay people a bad name. Fuck Tom Cruise. He has Daddy issues yet to be resolved. Overmedicating is one thing. Telling millions of people that the voices in their head or the mood swings they go through aren't real is another thing. Tom Cruise, take your head away from Ryan Seacrest's ass and get back on your meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114913234025909447?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114913234025909447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114913234025909447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913234025909447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913234025909447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-xenu.html' title='Hate for Xenu'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114913217212898504</id><published>2006-05-31T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:22:52.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jeff K. from Penn State&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/pennstate.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/pennstate.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ms. Giant Sun Glasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As long as Paris Hilton says they’re cool, then it must be true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Funny story about Paris Hilton; she’s a skank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t believe me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ask her father.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anywhooo, I really feel that no matter how many people claim that they look good, somewhere, deep with in the recesses of their soul, they are laughing along with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure that I will have several male detractors disagreeing with me, citing evidence that a lot of hot girls wear this particular style of sunglasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I answer them thusly: you don’t find it a bit suspicious that nearly 50% of these girls’ faces are hidden behind overpriced plastic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What exactly are they hiding?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer: ugliness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been told several times in my life that I’d be better looking if someone put a bag on my head with a picture of the Toxic Avenger drawn in crayon, but you don’t see me doing it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Show us your faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114913217212898504?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114913217212898504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114913217212898504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913217212898504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913217212898504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-fashion.html' title='Hate for Fashion'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114913205437730067</id><published>2006-05-31T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:21:15.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for the Needy</title><content type='html'>Kim R. from University of Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/washington.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I generally hate people who try to beg shit from me. Homeless people I can deal with because I just give them my Canadian change, but the ones that piss me off the most and annoy me to no end are these random assholes that walk up to me at the bus stop while I am smoking a cigarette and they ask me, "Do you have an extra cigarette that I can bum from you?" LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! Look, I actually make a conscious effort to make sure that I have enough cigarettes to last me for the day. If I am down to my last few smokes, I actually go to the store and buy a pack or a carton with my own money which is a bitch because Washington state has some of the highest cigarette taxes in the country, and a carton of American Spirits can cost more than $60. Because I am actually clairvoyant enough to buy cigarettes when I am about to run out, I have to deal with these mooching retards three or four times per day who, despite being in college, do not have enough brain power to leave the house with enough smokes or to at least ration their supply until they can buy more. Sometimes they think that they are being more considerate by offering me $0.25 for a smoke. That's when I tell them that I also charge a $0.25 "you're annoying the shit out of me you mooching douchbag " tax. In my opinion, these jerks are only one step above smelly homeless people who beg for change. Buy your own cigarettes you pricks, and leave me alone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114913205437730067?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114913205437730067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114913205437730067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913205437730067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913205437730067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-needy.html' title='Hate for the Needy'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114913193890075816</id><published>2006-05-31T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:18:58.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Possessive Dickheads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;John F. from UW Stout hates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/Tlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/Tlogo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can’t drive my truck/car guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No need to consider the fact that you started drinking three hours before every body else, you are still the best candidate to drive us to the party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ohh I know it’s not personal, it’s just that no one drives you vehicle except you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What happens if you break this rule?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they take you off the douche bag mailing list?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now your absolutely right with your prediction that I won’t know where the rear defrost button is under pressure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that problem is more easily fixed our mailbox, witch you just fucking ran over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And thankfully I have been training, should such an emergency occur, since I was 16. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes I have piloted one of these amazing metal chariots before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And lets not forget, your truck is kinda gay any ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro, there isn't anything gay about a Ford F-150.  You looking for a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114913193890075816?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114913193890075816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114913193890075816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913193890075816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114913193890075816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-for-possessive-dickheads.html' title='Hate For Possessive Dickheads'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049613054769836</id><published>2006-02-20T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:29:27.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Manladies</title><content type='html'>Ben M. from Arizona State Univeristy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/arizonastate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/arizonastate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can’t stand these chicks that are trying to be dudes.  I don’t want a girl who can drink as much as me, that is not sexy.  I don’t want a girl who chain smokes parliament lights in one hand and has a red cup full of vodka in the other.  That is not hot.  These fucking girls yell and scream and get wasted and act the fool.  That is the stuff guys do, and I don’t want to fuck a guy.  Girls are suppose to be sweet and nice.  I want her to smell good and be smart.  So FUCK all these fucking sorority bitches who go out and suck one cock after another and get plowed by some fucker in a closet every weekend.  Take the cock out of your ears and start acting like a woman.  But the reason I really fucking hate these bitches is that they make the NICE girls think that they’re not hot or good enough or sexy enough because they don’t throw their asses around like saltwater taffy on Halloween. So FUCK YOU girls trying to act like dudes, you’re fucking it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll tell you what's NOT sexy; a woman who closes the door while she poops.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049613054769836?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049613054769836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049613054769836' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049613054769836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049613054769836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-manladies.html' title='Hate For Manladies'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049603942172958</id><published>2006-02-20T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:27:19.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Immature</title><content type='html'>Trey S. from Wichita State University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/wichitastate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/wichitastate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know what I hate?  People that make a big fucking deal about the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"shocker".  I go to school at Wichita State and that is our mascot.  So of course we have to take all this bullshit because the founders of the school lost a bet a hundred years ago and chose this quaint little name for our mascot..(well they kinda shortened it from Wheatshocker, if that somehow makes it any better).  Every basketball game that I've attended has been that much more enjoyable because I can flash the "shocker" all the time and I don't get in trouble for doing it..fuck, I see 5 year olds flashing it and mommy and daddy think it's so cute and adorable.  Now, because every fucking high school kid in America is putting it in their senior pictures, adults are finally starting to catch on.  Giving someone the bird used to be an offense that was punishable with a nice "fuck you too buddy!", but now people are bitching about the shock mainly because they just found out what it meant 15 minutes ago, trust me it's kinda funny trying to explain to your parents what two in the boot, one in the coot means.  I wish the people of America would stick to something worth bitching about.  Like the fact that Duke will always be in the Top 10 in college basketball, or that McDonald's stops serving breakfast before 11..damn the arches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But dude, it's so funny.  I throw it up in every single picture taken of me.  Even in my senior class portrait.  That's how badass I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049603942172958?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049603942172958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049603942172958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049603942172958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049603942172958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-immature.html' title='Hate For The Immature'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049591009062992</id><published>2006-02-20T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:25:10.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Loud...Again</title><content type='html'>Liz T. from the University of Iowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/UofIowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/UofIowa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate people that feel the need to let everyone around them know what they did last night by talking on their cell phone at mach ten volume in a crowed space.. For example when you have to ride the bus to class and you have nine million fucking freshmen on their phones talking at high volume so everyone around them can hear how cool their new fucking shoes (that they bought with their parents money anyway) are or how "wasted" they got last night.. Guess what?!.. I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT! I'm still trying to understand why I even got up to go to class since it is way to early to be up anyway, and I don't need to hear your nails on a chalk board babble about how hot the guy you met last night was.. Congratulations! you are the fucking coolest person I know because you don't have any real friends with which to discuss such things so you need to let everyone on the fucking campus know how cool you are and how everyone likes you, fanfuckingtastic next time get a ride to class with one of your minions and leave the rest of us in half asleep disoriented peace. If you fucking talk like that when you are not on your cell phone, then i am baffled how you have any friends with which to go out anyway, since they would all be deaf by now and not able to talk on a phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In closing, here is a word of advice for you cell phone braggarts, just keep your fucking mouth shut and talk about it when you see your "friends" because if I'm not already talking to you and inquiring about your night then guess what, I really don't give a shit. So shut the fuck up and let me ponder how my professor is teaching at an American University when he can barely speak English himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That teacher is teaching there the same way you're living here; through equality, and the fact that back in the Slovakia his people are being slaughtered by the thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049591009062992?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049591009062992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049591009062992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049591009062992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049591009062992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-loudagain.html' title='Hate For The Loud...Again'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049574855565913</id><published>2006-02-20T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:22:28.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Loud</title><content type='html'>Steve From Philly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/philly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/philly.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate people who stand idly bullshitting with their friends in the middle of a staircase.  I'm no safety freak or anything, so this normally just bothers me as much as any other midday delay.  But if there happens to be a fire in the&lt;br /&gt;building and I have to get out post haste, I won't hesitate to trample all over you people standing and talking on the stairs.  But when I'm not being chased by a massive wall of fire and would just like to get where I'm going before tomorrow, your dignity takes precedence.  I'm just nice like that.  I try to be courteous and wait for you to move voluntarily, but when you refuse to acknowledge the traffic jam of people that is building up behind you, my slight displeasure quickly escalates into furious hatred.  Is this how my thoughtful courtesy is compensated for?  Furthermore, I would just like to state for the record that I do not, in any way, consider myself a sexist, of any sort.  But the fact remains that a good portion of the offenders in the case described above are female.  I'd have to estimate that at least 75% of all these stair-standers are girls.  I'm not making any sort of judgment here about the fairer sex in general, I'm just being respectfully observant of those guilty of such an offense.  Likewise, I neither consider myself a racist any more than I consider myself a sexist.  But, it's difficult not to notice the skin color of the people who are making my mornings, afternoons, and evenings miserably frustrating.  What is it that has given you the idea that the middle of a narrow, high-traffic staircase in the busiest building on campus is the proper place to hold a conversation?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why, yap-yap-yappy sorority girls, do you have no manners at all?  Why, unnecessarily loud and animated black girls, must you congregate in a busy public place?  Please, take your business outside or just call your friends on the phone later in the day.  Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, I hate people who talk in the stairways as well.  It's annoying and a fire hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049574855565913?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049574855565913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049574855565913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049574855565913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049574855565913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-loud.html' title='Hate For The Loud'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049548235755448</id><published>2006-02-20T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:27:05.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Large</title><content type='html'>PJ of the United States Marine Corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/USMC.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/USMC.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fat bitch Fatima:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are the large ladies with egos the size of their gut. These bitches think they own the fucking world because they are approximately the size of it. Last night me and my friend were tasked to pick some bitch up because we were the only ones sober enough to drive and old enough to buy beer. We were promised it would be a short drive, but 45 minutes later we roll up on her doorstep and we see what looks like a beached whale laying on the drive way talking on a cell phone. She waddles down to the car and tells us that she changed her mind because she would rather hang out with her douchebag boyfriend. Ok so we don't need the fat bitch at the party anyway, we got plenty of blubber there already. But she doesn't think it's necessary to pay us for our gas and time because she's not going. She spends 15 minutes bitching and moaning with her chins wobbling the entire time and finally throws us 5 bucks and calls us assholes. Fat bitch, when I become dictator of America I will set up underground dungeons and imprison angsty emo kids, fat people, bums, teenagers and the spice girls. You will be the first in line because I fucking hate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the problem with men all across America: you hate the fat girls when you don;t need them to make you feel better about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049548235755448?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049548235755448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049548235755448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049548235755448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049548235755448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-large.html' title='Hate For The Large'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049533064745547</id><published>2006-02-20T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:15:30.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Efficiency</title><content type='html'>Matt F. from Northeastern State University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/northeasternstate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/northeasternstate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate that rolly backpack person. Give me a fuckin break! A backpack with wheels, it takes more energy to pick the goddamn thing up and carry it up stairs than it would to just strap it on your back.  Your always bumping the thing into walls, desks, chairs, and me! Quit being so FUCKING lazy! You can hear it coming from a mile away, Oh god forbid the teacher hears rolly backpack guy coming up the hall DON'T START CLASS UNTIL ROLLY BACKPACK GUY GETS HERE! Buy something with straps and carry it! ROLLY BACKPACK GUY...I HAATTEE YOU!!! GO TO HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But how will Asain nerds transport their books without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049533064745547?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049533064745547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049533064745547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049533064745547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049533064745547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-efficiency.html' title='Hate For Efficiency'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049515459360048</id><published>2006-02-20T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:25:32.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Cool Profs</title><content type='html'>Mike H. from MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/MN%20Flag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/MN%20Flag.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate teachers that cancel an 8 AM class on days that a big paper is due, and do not send out an e-mail prior.  I mean what kind of teacher, excuse me, human being doesn't think of the harm this could cause.  We are all between the ages of 19 to 22 in the class, college students.  Many of whom were most likely up all night finishing this damn paper, then when we drag ourselves out of bed and go to the room there is a note on the door that reads "Comp is cancelled today, please turn in your proposals to my office between 10 AM and noon."  Now not only is this wrong because class is we were up at the ungodly hour of 7, but he wants us to come back at 10 to turn it in?  This kind of thing must be stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you go again, bitching when you should be dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049515459360048?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049515459360048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049515459360048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049515459360048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049515459360048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-cool-profs.html' title='Hate For Cool Profs'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-114049499237657044</id><published>2006-02-20T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:09:52.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Naturalism</title><content type='html'>Patrick C. at UCSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/UCSC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/UCSC.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I Hate that old man in the locker room at my school that feels the need to walk around naked. First off, what the hell are you doing here. You aren't a professor, and you definitely aren't a student. You may have been at one point, when you got back from the Korean war. Why the hell are you here, and why the hell are you naked. But one old guy is never enough, there is always at least one or more, as if suddenly the school had opened up a shuffleboard court. And you two sit there, and shoot the shit, about this and that, without a care in the world, while your graying pubic hairs and shriveled up trouser snake are in plain view of the world Ok, so you come from a generation where men were not uncomfortable to be naked around each other, because there was no modesty, and it was not some bizarre homosexual thing to want to be naked in front of another man, but times have changed. I am comfortable changing in front of guys so long as I have a towel around my waist. I know that not a single person in the locker room cares to gaze upon my hairy ass, so I don't show it. And of course, as I wrap up my brief time in the locker room, you assholes are joined by a third, and you block my way to the exit, so that i have to close my eyes, and try and squeeze past you so that i am not forced to brush up against an flabby octogenarian ass. You guys are gross, your skin is sagging, you dick is shriveled, and you have excessive amounts of hair coming out your ears. Because of you assholes, I am ashamed to admit that i have seen more dicks than tits since I came to college. I didn't come here so see geriatric dicks. I fucking hate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Listen dude, if I can;t be myself in the locker room, then where can I be, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-114049499237657044?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/114049499237657044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=114049499237657044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049499237657044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/114049499237657044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/02/hate-for-naturalism.html' title='Hate For Naturalism'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113864800603414800</id><published>2006-01-30T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:07:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/southwestern.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/southwestern.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT READ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tony from Southwestern University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why not hate?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so much easier to hate the god-damn white, rich lazy shits here at this university than actually try to get to know them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually just glare till they look away as I brush them off the sidewalk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also hate how there is this huge woman’s rights movement here on this mostly female campus, but every weekend a bunch of hos go around campus looking to mooch beer and a good time from some douchebag guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say FUCK YOU! I also hate the God-damn professors that say they are open to any opinion, but not to mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because I don’t believe in abortion, and that it is right for a woman to keep her ass home, serving her man like she is supposed to, I get shouted down in class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FUCK YOU TO!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113864800603414800?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113864800603414800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113864800603414800' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113864800603414800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113864800603414800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hot-read-tony-from-southwestern.html' title=''/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113864766224576092</id><published>2006-01-30T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:01:02.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Grammatical Laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/riceuniversity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/riceuniversity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric R. from Rice University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fucking hate people who still do not know the difference between "your" and "you're."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I can understand the occasional chance typo, but the people who continually refuse to expend the extra two keystrokes (or god help me, pen strokes - you really have no fucking excuse then) and instead wallow in the pools of idiocy frustrate me to no end. Is it really that hard to retain information you learned in third grade, in that very first lesson on how to use apostrophes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or did you miss the next seven years of school, when they drilled it into your head so you wouldn't look like the lazy imbecile you became today? I know it's mighty confusing, since apostrophes can denote possession AND contractions, but you're just going to have to get those darned exceptions through your thick dumb head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How did you even get out of the grade school system?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did you just figure it was not information worth remembering, because really, how often does one use the second person?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well guess what asshole, you can't count on spellcheck forever, and when you get rejected for that job you really wanted, but you just confused those two little words on your cover letter, I'm going to be laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From my corner office. And don't even get me STARTED on those "where you at?" commericials.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boost &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mobile&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, if you are really trying to increase your "street" image by continuing to abuse my ears with that god-awful phrase, I am going to personally cause you pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113864766224576092?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113864766224576092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113864766224576092' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113864766224576092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113864766224576092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-grammatical-laziness.html' title='Hate For Grammatical Laziness'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113864753147069880</id><published>2006-01-30T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:58:51.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Wannabes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/bloomsburgu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/bloomsburgu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthony C. from Bloomsburd University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cannot stand people who pretend to be drunk to be "cool". I can see right through you asshole! Nothing pisses me off more than hanging out at a party and seeing a fake drunk. You’re not cool just because you’re drunk. Especially when you drink two beers and your "gone". You can't be "gone" after two beers if you weigh 180 lbs shithead. You’re a disgrace to drunk college kids everywhere. If I could I would pecker-slap each and every one of you square in the face. Don't get me wrong. If girls want to pretend to get drunk so they have a valid excuse for hooking up with each other and taking off their clothes... that’s cool. But seriously if you’re not really drunk don't be a faggot. You know who you are and so does everyone around you. I categorize you along with the pink-shirt wearing, collar-poppin bitches. Yeah you stooped down to their gayness. I think that all these little butt-fuckers should be executed....ok maybe that’s a little harsh... but at least pecker-slapped by one of those monster cocks only seen on the internet. I think I'll end on that note......pecker-slapped by monster cocks...fake drunken bastards!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Pecker-slapped by monster cocks'...classic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113864753147069880?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113864753147069880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113864753147069880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113864753147069880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113864753147069880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-wannabes.html' title='Hate For Wannabes'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113807374859950936</id><published>2006-01-23T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:36:34.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Future Sister-In-Laws</title><content type='html'>Porcia from What Sounds Like Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/hell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate my boyfriend's sister.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is the epitome of what is wrong with this country today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This manipulative, self-serving, backstabbing, fat pothead whore has the audacity to think she's smarter than me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bitch never finished the 5th grade!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She quit her job at the gas station and moved in with her mother because it was 'too stressful.' All this so that she could stay at home, smoke blunts and eat fried food all day, while nagging her cokehead baby's daddy and paying little to no attention to her 3 year old daughter, who should be in daycare somewhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So lazy is this creature, that she turned down welfare assistance because they were going to make her get her GED!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the fuck!? To all fat, lazy whores who continue to push me into a higher tax bracket with their non-working asses, yet still think they're smarter than me because I have to work a job everyday and they don't....I HATE YOU!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, I actually have nothing to say...she sounds lovely.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113807374859950936?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113807374859950936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113807374859950936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807374859950936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807374859950936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-future-sister-in-laws.html' title='Hate For Future Sister-In-Laws'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113807357398756293</id><published>2006-01-23T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:32:53.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For One-Uppers</title><content type='html'>Ryan from Elmira College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/elmirecollege.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/elmirecollege.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your typical I know more and I can do everything better than you kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the douche bag who will take everything you say or everything you said you did and tell us of he said it (or would have) or did it 10 times better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More commonly, his stories usually end in something along the lines of 'and I was so wasted too.'&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the person at the party you avoid standing in a circle with to tell of all your real escapades or sweet new jokes from collegehumor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You damn right thems some sweet jokes on CH.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113807357398756293?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113807357398756293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113807357398756293' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807357398756293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807357398756293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-one-uppers.html' title='Hate For One-Uppers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113807347254908508</id><published>2006-01-23T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:31:12.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Feelings</title><content type='html'>Mike Z. from Tulane University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/tulane.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/tulane.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fucking hate Emo kids. It's a whole culture of 14-year-old boys wishing they had the balls to end their miserable lives. They listen to all the same bands, but are almost as big of music-snobs as indie kids. No one reads your shitty livejournal entries, emo kid. No, I don't hear the innerards of your soul screaming in that song. No, I won't listen "Rip My Soul Apart" by Suffocate Me Dry, or even "Stabby Rip Stab Stab" by Blood Red Romance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all do that shitty flip thing with their dyed black hair. Bleeding heart t-shirts of their favorite shitty bands. Black square- rimmed glasses. I know you're not actually a fan of anarchy, so stop wearing the fucking wristband, asshole. In a scene where the whole idea is defiance from the norm, all these fuckers look exactly alike. Grow up, emo kid. Hell, cheer up. If life sucks so much, end it. If you don't want to, stop fucking complaining.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you'd only read my Xanga, you'd totally get why I cry/cut.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113807347254908508?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113807347254908508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113807347254908508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807347254908508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807347254908508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-feelings.html' title='Hate For Feelings'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113807337805684764</id><published>2006-01-23T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:29:38.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Immigrants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT READ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC from Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/texasstate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/texasstate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I live in &lt;st1:place&gt;South Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I am surrounded by people who know English but speak Spanish and I fucking hate it. IF YOU KNOW ENGLISH, SPEAK IT!!! Please!! If you can order food, buy clothes, and go to school speaking fucking English, then speak it all the time!! Don't stand behind me in a store, a movie line, the grocery store, or wherever the fuck I am that day and speak Spanish. You know why it pisses me off? Because half the time I see either the bitchy looks from women or the dirty raunchy looks from the men when they're speaking... yes I'm a cute little white girl, no I don't like you, and yes I want you out of my way so shut the fuck up. If you're a bitch talking shit, say it in English bitch cause I will start a fight with you. And if you are dirty ass man speaking Spanish, one of these days someone is gonna know what you're saying and you're gonna get your ass beat. SO SPEAK ENGLISH YOU JACKASSES or GO HOME!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113807337805684764?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113807337805684764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113807337805684764' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807337805684764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807337805684764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-immigrants.html' title='Hate For Immigrants'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113807324096721793</id><published>2006-01-23T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:27:20.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Law Abiding Folks</title><content type='html'>Hank A. from Columbia University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/ColumbiaU.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/ColumbiaU.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slow drivers piss me off more than anything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm not one of those people that tears around the streets like my ass is on fire but holy shit, I'd like to get where I'm going eventually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What's the problem here?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did their car somehow come with peddles and they're too tired out from being such douchebags that they can't peddle any faster?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And speaking of cars, why are slow fuckers always driving nice cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here's an idea: give me your Lexus and I'll let you drive my shit bucket, which is great at slow speeds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's like these people come out for a Sunday drive 7 days a week and ALWAYS at rush hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only at rush hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you don't feel confident enough to drive, TAKE THE FUCKING BUS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i think my next car will be a bulldozer so I can shovel these inconsiderate assholes right off the road.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro, you live in New York...what do you need a car for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113807324096721793?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113807324096721793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113807324096721793' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807324096721793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113807324096721793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-law-abiding-folks.html' title='Hate For Law Abiding Folks'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770372221519744</id><published>2006-01-19T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:25:07.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/office.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/office.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristen J. from the Working World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a former Upstate New Yorker living in DC, the one thing that bugs me more than the horrific traffic is the people that stand ON MY ASS waiting in line to pay at a store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it's a Yankee thing, but it seems to me that if that runny-nosed child in your arms is touching my scarf with his germy ass hands, you need to back. the. fuck. up.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Don't you know how fucking rude this is? I HATE YOU!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only reason people stand so far apart in New York is because everyone is thinking the same thing: "Is this person going to rape me, kill me or rob me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770372221519744?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770372221519744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770372221519744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770372221519744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770372221519744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-rude_19.html' title='Hate For The Rude'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770361227120885</id><published>2006-01-19T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:46:52.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Nostalgics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/syracuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/syracuse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris from Syracuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to formally issue the label of cocksucker fuckbag to each of you lame ass motherfuckers who feel the need to give examples from your high school life every time a professor covers a new topic in class. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Put your fucking fat arm down and just listen to the professor. I know your 18 years of sucking at life makes you the most educated motherfucker in the world and you plan on spreading your knowledge to each and every one of us. Here is a heads up, I don't fucking care... no one could give half a shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My guess is that you spent your high school career getting beaten down by other people who hate you just like I do. I’m sure you spent your weekends getting assplowed by the swim team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't need to hear about your eating disorder, your friends eating disorder or any minute detail of your fucking waste that you call your life. I can only hope that the next time you raise your hand to speak, a fucking angry grenade-wielding midget &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;crawls into your ass and ends the pain for all of us. I hate you, everyone else hates you and we all want you to either shut the fuck up or die. I even hate your parents for creating a child as fucking stupid as you. I can only hope your father’s dick gets mangled in a farming accident to secure the future of this planet from other dumb fucks like yourself being created. Here is a tip: just shut the fuck up and let the professor teach class. They know what they are doing. All I want is for you to shut your damn mouth and maybe we will get out of class 5 minutes early for once. Dick!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Normally I mock the haters, but in this case, I couldn'y agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770361227120885?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770361227120885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770361227120885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770361227120885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770361227120885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-nostalgics.html' title='Hate For Nostalgics'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770140565866200</id><published>2006-01-19T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:41:25.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/office.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/office.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael S. from the Working World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate those fucking grammar whores who correct me every time I say "Me and [insert name here] went to a party."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By replying "You mean [insert name here] and I went to a party."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No I fucking mean ME.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to college to be an Engineer, not a finicky English teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would right a longer rant on the subject.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT I GOT SHIT TO DESIGN!!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just think, as annoyed as you are by them, they are equally annoyed by you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770140565866200?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770140565866200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770140565866200' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770140565866200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770140565866200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-perfection.html' title='Hate For Perfection'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770132960860073</id><published>2006-01-19T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:08:49.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Fakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/quinnipiacU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/quinnipiacU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT READ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian S. from Quinnipiac University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know who I hate: People with handicap parking signs that don't need them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever gone to a Dunkin Donuts or a supermarket, and seen an old person getting out of a car in a handicap spot? She is standing up fine, picking up her 15 pound tote-bag like she is Hercules and walking like she's walking more gracefully than your 13 year old sister at ballet class? Bitch. She doesn't need a handicap parking sign for her car. People who deserve those can't walk, run, or knit at the speed of light like this granny could. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reasons that people are getting these signs today: They are old, blind, fat.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Old: Okay, in my opinion, and hopefully the world's, there is no reason why old people should still be driving, let alone parking closer to my destination than me. Just because they are wise and have seen more of the horrors of life than me doesn't mean that they get to park their boat-like Cadillac (whose mirrors are never used when reversing) closer to the food court in the mall than me. They have had more cheeseburgers than me, I need to catch up by getting there before them (which I’ll probably do anyway because we all know that people with handicap stickers will fake being slow so as to retain the glorious piece of cardboard that hangs from their rearview).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blind: What!!! Blind people driving? That is almost as fucked up as Bush being re-elected. Think about this, someone who is legally unable to see, has not only continued to carry a license around in their wallet, but gets to park in a blue-highlighted space that they will never know is any different than the others except for the fact that it is a shorter distance that they will have to feel out with their stick thing than I will have to walk. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fat: Now this is ludicrous. I know Obesity is a problem in our country, but DMV or whoever you are that grants these signs, I say shame on you. You are promoting the fatness. Not only by giving them the sign are you rewarding them for having a couple more Crunch Wrap Supremes or Ho-Ho's, but you are preventing them from the one thing that might help them before they suffer from clogged arteries: the exercise it takes to walk from a farther parking spot outside BK to the line from which they will purchase their future death. Now I always get the,"I'm sorry, it's just gonna be a bit because we have to cook more fries," and I'm sick of it. If could just beat that fat man whose large van was parked horribly between a handicap spot and the holy grail of other spots then i would not have to wait for my craving to subside.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In summary, if you can walk (in any way shape or form for any period of time), have all of your extremities intact, and aren't in a wheelchair, then I say shame on you. For now, take the extra 15 seconds to get to your destination. Someday, your time will come when you get hit by a car or something and get one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You pretend like it pisses you off, but if you could get one of those stickers you'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770132960860073?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770132960860073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770132960860073' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770132960860073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770132960860073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-fakers.html' title='Hate For Fakers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770117264076973</id><published>2006-01-19T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:06:12.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/office.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/office.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mauricio C. from the Working World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to love to go to the movies, not any more though. I grew more and more agitated of the assclowns who go to the movies and talk on the fucking phone half the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You godless bastards answer the phone and say "yeah, I watching a movie, what you doin'?" you cock smoking weasels, I want to take that stupid 3 dollar phone and stick it up your peehole, sideways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the first warning that one of these shit stains are gonna start is when you hear that "popular song" that sounds bad as a ring tone and has been played out on the radio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you go “SHIT, it begins” One of the reasons I don’t go to the movies that often, I just want to get up, go up to the cum belcher and take his cell phone and beat them to a coma with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There should be an attendant with a paintball gun walking around and when one of these assholes starts yappin, the attendant will cap them right in the mouth. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You are the reason I prefer to wait until it comes out on DVD. I fucking hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770117264076973?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770117264076973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770117264076973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770117264076973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770117264076973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-rude.html' title='Hate For The Rude'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770106633090988</id><published>2006-01-19T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:04:26.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/colbycollege.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/colbycollege.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grant N. from Colby College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fucking despise the band U2.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What worthless, souless, dickless rock and roll.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, calling U2 Rock and Roll is really stretching it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bono can suck the fart out of my asshole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy has a ridiculous Christ complex, and his sunglasses make me want to drink strychnine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As for "The Edge,"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope one of those gnarled up old blues musicians he's trying to help in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;new Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; eats his soul with some hoodoo voodoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the hell is naming yourself "The Edge" about, asshole?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are your squeaky clean pop songs edgy or something? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That MUST be it, because you've used that stupid echoing arpeggio thing as the main riff for about 15 songs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it was so edgy that you decided to plagiarize yourself for the next twenty years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re going to use the same riff in every song, at least have some fucking balls about it, like AC/DC or the Ramones. I pray every night that god would smite down these self-righteous hacks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bono could really use a nice plague of locusts, or maybe just a good 'ol lightning bolt to the nuts.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Man, I hate U2. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But who will feed the children when Bono has ascended to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770106633090988?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770106633090988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770106633090988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770106633090988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770106633090988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-savior.html' title='Hate For The Savior'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770092281111956</id><published>2006-01-19T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:02:02.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/office.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe P. from the Working World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My pet peeve are the young girls who came through the line where I used to work, with blank eyes and no sense of humor; walking billfolds, bulging at the seams, with I.O.U.'s for heart and mind alike. I used to work at Starbucks at the Mall of America. It's the cathedral for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s religion of consumerism. And God help me if most of the people who came into my store weren't complete fucking retards. First off, YES, we have those "blended coffee thingys" and YES, you can get yours with "like, a ton of caramel." Second, you looked to be about 11 years old, yet are wearing nicer clothes than I, who works two jobs and wouldn't think of spending four dollars on a drink that consists of corn syrup and sugar, made with pure hate. Third, how DUMB are you to actually pay for this crap? I wouldn't pay FOUR DOLLARS for this unless I had a gun to my back, which, come to think of it, I do anyway. If you want to be treated like a grown-up, get some tea. Or, better yet, start drinking black coffee. And smoking Camel Non-Filtered. And get a job at a bus depot, or better yet, a taxi garage, scraping cum off the back seats. And THEN, MAYBE THEN, I'll treat you like a fucking adult. Do you want to know what you are? You are a walking, talking doll, and accessory for your parents to dress up and discipline. I find it hard to believe that you'll one day be recognized as a functioning adult capable of breeding and (God forbid) voting. This explains why Bush got a second term, and it also explains why I FUCKING HATE YOU.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're going to be a great dad someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770092281111956?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770092281111956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770092281111956' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770092281111956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770092281111956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-kids.html' title='Hate For Kids'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770077325606345</id><published>2006-01-19T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:59:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Fairer Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/uofIllinois.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/uofIllinois.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay C. from University of Illinois at Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fucking hate college girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah that’s right. I often hear college girls complain that their male colleagues are afraid to commit to a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Believe me, it’s not because we don’t want a constant source of sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s more due to the options presented to us within these years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most girls tend to fit the following schematics:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Ms. Too Comfortable With Men&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are usually the females that large groups of guys choose to befriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are generally good people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, they are downright kick-ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She may even be cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, they are not the girls to date. She enjoys raunchy talks about sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After you’re done talking about that one time you fucked that fat girl in your Anthro class just to see if the cushin’ was worth pushin’, she might&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;talk about her sex life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I care if you fucked some dude in Stake n’ Shake? This obviously is something that no strait man cares or wants to know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m more entertained by the thought that idle married life is spent with receiving non-stop oral sex. Not dick and fart jokes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Ms. I’m Fucking Insane&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh dear, we all know a few of these.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chances are she is convinced she lives on the set of a romantic comedy, and doesn’t understand why her Richard Gears keeps running away every time she reveals she was at one time a prostitute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is not fazed by chasing after him. In fact, some professionals argue that they survive solely on the fear of their prey. Their presence on this planet might have actually slowed down the population rate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is this, you may ask? Simply put, they are fucking insane, and they show it. Nobody should to reproduce with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is always the chance that Lucifer might emerge from her vagina nine months after you got drunk and decided that the thirtieth time she called you wasn’t nearly as creepy as the twenty-ninth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They should all be sent into orbit with a dildo and a month’s supply of Ben and Jerry’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry. I get a little emotional about these girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it not sad when you cannot sleep comfortably without a wooden stake and necklace of garlic? Welcome to my first semester of sophomore year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why even complain about it?  You're never going to find a sane one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770077325606345?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770077325606345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770077325606345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770077325606345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770077325606345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-fairer-sex.html' title='Hate For The Fairer Sex'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113770060347378079</id><published>2006-01-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:56:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Sloppy Spellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/UofAlabama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/UofAlabama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam L. from University of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm sure all of you went through grammar school because you own computers and are reading this article (therefore you not only have the money to go to school, but also can read) yet feel like posting obviously wrong grammatical statements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the last hate message someone spelled congratulations with a d as it is often done, this wouldn't have been such a problem had it not been FUCKING HIGHLIGHTED.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously those ALL CAPS words are more BLATANTLY OBVIOUS than anything else, so if you're going to capitalize something then spell it correctly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, people who incorrectly use words that do not have adj. next to them in the dictionary (if they are even in the dictionary) as adjectives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance on facebook many of you have seen the typical "I'm a chill person who just likes to relax to my chill jamband music while drinking my chilled o'douls non-alcoholic beers" only one instance of that word is correctly used and every instance of that quote on facebook is from a person who would drink that beverage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shady is also another word I feel is overly misused by the masses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Why you actin so shady lately", wrong, "the person who robbed me at gunpoint seemed like a shady character from the get-go", correct. To all of you who these English infractions apply to, stop watching VH1's Flava Flave special and lean to speak CORRECT FUCKING ENGLISH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like I'm partly responsible for all of this and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113770060347378079?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113770060347378079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113770060347378079' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770060347378079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113770060347378079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-sloppy-spellers.html' title='Hate For Sloppy Spellers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113746979701547483</id><published>2006-01-16T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:49:57.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Sexiness</title><content type='html'>Dan L. from University Albany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/ualbany.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/ualbany.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure I don't stand alone when I say how much I hate the complete homosexuals who feel the need to post 1 or more pictures of themselves shirt free on facebook. Granted facebook is a complete waste of time and nothing more than legal internet stalking of some hot freshman girls that you can "poke"(not saying I am not a member), I stil feel you have a responsibility to not be a complete douche bag. Is it a complete necessity to show the entire student population on your campus that you go to the gym 6 times a week to "get cut".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the few (and by few I mean few only relating to this subject) other things that annoys me worse than that picture of you at the beach sans your shirt, is the one of you in your dorm room with your camera on a 10 second timer flexing. Everybody knows that you would have no friends, except maybe ones as gay as you, that would take a picture of you flexing and not think you were a complete tool. So CONGRADULATIONS you are muscular and the entire facebook community knows and probably respects you alot less for blatantly showing them, granted you could maybe kick my ass that does not change the fact that you think you are cool because you have muscles and feel the need to show the world via facebook and/or your overly tight AX shirt that you wear to the crappy bars around your college.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If flexing and being jacked is wrong, then I'm about as right as it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113746979701547483?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113746979701547483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113746979701547483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113746979701547483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113746979701547483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-sexiness.html' title='Hate For Sexiness'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113746961513307624</id><published>2006-01-16T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:46:55.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Style</title><content type='html'>David V. from Texas A&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/texasam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/texasam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate all the idiots in movies who try to look like badasses by wearing sunglasses inside or at night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OK we get it your cool, you have a sword/shotgun/etc. and you like to kill shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Theres no fucking reason for your dumbass to be wearing sunglasses at night or inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes you look like a douchebag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most notable example that I can think of is the "badass" in Scarface that gives Al Pacino a shotgun to the back. At night, WITH SUNGLASSES ON.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No wonder he has to shoot him in the back like a pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He probably spent 5 minutes trying to see who he was looking at through those dark lenses. Take off the sunglasses you douchebag!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shooting someone in the back is the smart man's way to assassinate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113746961513307624?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113746961513307624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113746961513307624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113746961513307624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113746961513307624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-style.html' title='Hate For Style'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113703629105891758</id><published>2006-01-11T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:24:51.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Healthy</title><content type='html'>Dan from Michigan State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/michiganstate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/michiganstate.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate all the Non-Smoking Nazis in this country. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m okay with bans on smoking in public buildings and such; I can go outside, no big deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then you assholes come out of the building and bitch at me because I’m smoking near where you want to walk. Don’t come at me with your idiot complaints and remarks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time you come up to me and tell me “That really smells great, thanks a lot.”, and then look at me like I’m the scum of the earth for fouling up your air, I’m just going to say “You’re welcome.”, and then blow a big puff of smoke right in your ugly, self-righteous face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you honestly complaining about having to deal with a mildly offensive odor for a brief period of time, or do you somehow believe that the tiny amount of smoke you inhale as you pass by is going to kill you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know smoking causes cancer and all, but the amount of smoke you manage to inhale before the wind blows the rest away will, in your entire lifetime, add up to like two cigarettes, at most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you don’t want to deal with second hand smoke in a restaurant or bar, then you choose a non-smoking venue, you don’t have to make it so every bar and restaurant is non-smoking by law; I like a cigarette with my beer damn it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why the bloody fuck should non-smokers get every bar in town?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And don’t walk up to me on the street and tell me how unhealthy it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have that information already, and if it didn’t keep me from buying my first pack, how the hell do you think it's going make me stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like my deadly carcinogens, thank you, and I’ll quit when I fucking feel like it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Fact #1: Nicotine is more addictive than heroin. &lt;br /&gt;True Fact #2: The Truth.com goons are possibily the most annoying people on the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113703629105891758?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113703629105891758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113703629105891758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113703629105891758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113703629105891758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-healthy.html' title='Hate For The Healthy'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113703611964510176</id><published>2006-01-11T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:21:59.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Imaginary Creatures</title><content type='html'>Graham D. from Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/nerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/nerd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I FUCKING &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;HATE&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;CAVE&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; TROLLS! Just because they're the size of a small house doesn't mean that they're any better than the rest of us! They go around smashing shit for no reason, eating people, and having intercourse with animals. IT'S UNACCEPTABLE! Not only are they obnoxious but they're stupid. Most of them probably don't even know their own names. The other day I was just walking down furman street and one of them comes along and throws over someone's car with them inside it for no reason. Maybe he was having a bad day? Maybe cave trolls are just assholes! The entire world would be a better place if cave trolls just stopped killing people, stopped fucking cows, and left us alone! Go back to your mountains where you're wanted, you freaks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get laid much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113703611964510176?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113703611964510176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113703611964510176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113703611964510176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113703611964510176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-imaginary-creatures.html' title='Hate For Imaginary Creatures'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113677213151873295</id><published>2006-01-08T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:02:11.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Comfortable</title><content type='html'>Jamie B. from the University of Redlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/redlands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/redlands.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate the fucking assholes who recline all throughout an 8 hour flight. As soon as the plane is going down the runway you shove your seat as far back as it can go and sit there with your headrest shoved into my face. Then you proceed to sit there reading your shitty book or listening to shitty music turned up so loud that I can hear it. You never actually sleep, but make lots of groaning noises and yawn a lot. How do I know this? Because I am actually sitting halfway upright and your stupid ass is lying on your seat like it's a bed. If you really need to recline this much buy a seat in first class you stupid fuck. Oh how I wish I could make your seat snap back to its upright position and catapult your douchebag head into the seat in front of you. You don't even put your seat upright during meals you fucking cunt rag, when the flight attendant asks you to you groan and slowly put your seat halfway up, once she leaves you put it back down, at least not all the way so you can still reach your food, but your headrest is fucking smashed into my food you asshat. Then when the meal is gone I jam my knees into your seat so you cant fucking recline into my lap again and you fucking bang the seat backwards to try and get it to recline. Fuck you stupid fucking douche nozzle you fucking piece of shit, next time I have to sit behind one of you fuckers I'm going to switch seats with a little baby who will cry and kick the back of your seat the whole time. How about that, asshole? Think about that as you lie back in your seat, making the person behind you consider the best way to stab you in the head with the flimsy plastic knife on the meal tray. I really fucking hate you!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever, that food sucks anyway.  I basically did you a favor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113677213151873295?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113677213151873295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113677213151873295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113677213151873295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113677213151873295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-comfortable.html' title='Hate For The Comfortable'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113677195315466816</id><published>2006-01-08T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:59:59.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Thrifty</title><content type='html'>Amanda K. from Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/pitt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/pitt.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate the fuckers who refuse to spend money on soda at restaurants and ask for a water cup instead but then still get soda--you have screwed us all over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't drink soda, I actually get the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But due to you lying cheap-ass bastards, I have to get a cup about the size of a thimble for my water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want a big fucking glass. But no, I am forced to drink out of something that might as well be my little sister's Barbie's glass because the stores need a way to manage people like you. Please start paying the fucking 2 bucks, get the damn soda, and let me get a big glass; I'm thirsty!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I aint about to pay a whole dollar for soda...it costs them, like, 2 cents to make.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113677195315466816?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113677195315466816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113677195315466816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113677195315466816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113677195315466816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-thrifty.html' title='Hate For The Thrifty'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113677183967801215</id><published>2006-01-08T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:57:19.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Wiggers</title><content type='html'>Katie Y. from New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/NY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/NY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate people who think they're 'ghetto.' First off, ghetto is not an adjective. And also, if you have to be bragging about how ghetto you are, you probably aren't very ghetto at all. My school is a fabulous example of this. I go to school in wonderful &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Westchester&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;NY&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, preppy-people capital of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. And they all think they're black. These are white Jewish kids from &lt;st1:place&gt;Westchester&lt;/st1:place&gt; who think that exercise is walking the whole block to the Starbucks, wearing not one but TWO pop-collar pastel polo shirts and talking on their Sidekick the whole time. And they think they're ghetto. It drives me insane. You know who you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But don't all thugged-out black guys drive Jettas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113677183967801215?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113677183967801215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113677183967801215' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113677183967801215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113677183967801215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-wiggers.html' title='Hate For Wiggers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113639167692760041</id><published>2006-01-04T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:21:16.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Italianate Peoples</title><content type='html'>Kyle I. from the working world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/oofice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/oofice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotti-boy wannabe: You can always find this asshole at a bar downtown that he thinks is trendy, he will be wearing his Armani exchange shirt that he bought off of ebay and his fake diamond studs in his ear. But you can always tell this asshole by his haircut, the blow out, he apparently enjoys looking like sonic the hedge hog. He usually has been on way to much steroids and tans entirely way too much. Now I am not against guys trying to make themselves look good but good lord take yourself out of the oven and look in the mirror you are officially a douche and I HATE YOU. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate this kind of person you should never attend my alma mater, Fordham. This basically describes 88% of the male student population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113639167692760041?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113639167692760041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113639167692760041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113639167692760041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113639167692760041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2006/01/hate-for-italianate-peoples.html' title='Hate For Italianate Peoples'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113600241843091003</id><published>2005-12-30T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:13:38.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader-on-Reader Hate: Nick</title><content type='html'>Jon K. of the United States Marine Corps hates &lt;a href="http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-haters-jon-k.html"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/USMC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/USMC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick, Nick, Nick,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quite possibly the worst ranting of shit I've ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That wasn't even funny you worthless piece of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bust balls and take it back with the best of them...but honestly bro, you need to step your game up big time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's easy for you to sit back beating off to some webcams and insult a man of the military from your basement level piece of shit dorm that hasn't seen a female walk it's halls in decades, but why not challange yourself?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brainstorm with your fellow circle jerkers some funny quips and fast lines poking at my sexuality other than you already overstated fag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And push-ups aren't really done anymore, it's more running and shooting so we can kill Muslims at a high rate so that you can beg a homeless guy to buy you beer outside the 7-11.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas, I will not waste anymore time with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And like my good man Streeter said, calling a dude in the Marines a fag...good idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go ahead and try it in your real life, with lightsaber safely tucked away and see what happens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna go service your mother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hear that, childhood bullies; I have a guy in the Marines who claims I'm a good man.  He's like one step away from repaying all those wedgies you handed out so liberally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113600241843091003?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113600241843091003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113600241843091003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113600241843091003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113600241843091003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/reader-on-reader-hate-nick.html' title='Reader-on-Reader Hate: Nick'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113600189160669798</id><published>2005-12-30T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:05:39.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Preppies</title><content type='html'>Josh from Virginia Tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/virginiatech.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/virginiatech.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate people who think they are cool by think themselves as preppy. Listen, just because you buy a 40 dollars t-shirt or a hat that has rips in it to look vintage, does not make you cool. Honestly, no one thinks you are witty by quoting "we want prenup" from a Kayne West song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, preppy does not mean prep. A prep is someone who went to a prep school, aka a boarding school. So if you think yourself as being cool because you are preppy, just remember, preppy is a term poor kids use to make themselves look like they have more money than others. That’s right I said it. First off, buying several 40-dollar t-shirts, 60-dollar jeans, and whatever other overly priced clothes does not make you rich. You look like an idiot trying to seem cool by wearing a pink popped collar shirt, not rich. Second, preps go to schools that cost 30 to 40 thousand dollars a year, (yeah costs the same as Harvard). If you are preppy, you went to public school with everyone else. You thought you were better than everyone else because your dad works for a dotcom. Your dad drives a Lexus, not a Bentley, get over it. Finally, going to a prep school is living hell. Imagine prison but not having any cigarettes. It’s like living in your college dorms, with your professors, with no access to the outside world, to alcohol, or anything for that matter. So if you act like a pretentious asshole to a prep because you are preppy, you most likely get the shit kicked out of you. So, roll down those popped collars, it was cool in the 80s. That’s right, the 80's. You were watching teenage ninja turtles while Duran Duran was thought to be good music. 80's music was popular when you were still in diapers. Do not pretend to like the 80's because the preppy kids in the 80s movies always had a good time to some bad song. The 80's are over, and it has been for 15 years. Get a life, stop buying overly expensive clothes, and for god sakes, lose the attitude.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duran Duran is STILL good music. If Hungry Like the Wolf is wrong, I don't want to be right. Take your complaints to Rio and dance with them on the sand, hate monger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113600189160669798?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113600189160669798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113600189160669798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113600189160669798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113600189160669798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-preppies.html' title='Hate For Preppies'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113600174807717250</id><published>2005-12-30T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:02:28.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Sensitive</title><content type='html'>Julia B. of Southern Connecticut State University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/southenconnecticut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/southenconnecticut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutley cannot stand the fucking politically correct bastards who are ruining the spirit of Christmas for our country...Whoever these people are, who just one day decided to denounce all the city 'Christmas Trees' to our now, 'Holiday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Trees,' can kiss my ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I refuse to say, "Happy Holidays" to my customers in fear that they may celebrate Chanukah or &lt;st1:place&gt;Kwanza&lt;/st1:place&gt; or some shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I offend you, I'm sorry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the fact that 96% of the population celebrates Christmas should tell one something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;MOST OF THE NATION CELEBRATES THIS FUCKING &lt;st1:place&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/st1:place&gt; WHETHER IT BE FOR RELIGIOUS REASONS OR JUST FOR TRADITION.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's bullshit that the people who actually look forward to Christmas year-round must repress all their excitement and withold expressing acknowledgement of this glorious holiday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I'm 22-years old, and I will not be guilted into saying "happy holidays" when I'm forty and have 2 children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never been religious by any means but I will raise my children to fully embrace everything having to do with Christmas and what it means to delve into the eggnog, knotted lights, wrapping presents, and everything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, respect for other religions is important during this time of year, and there are many.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this is &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and I'm sorry, but majority rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am NOT downplaying the importance of Chanukah or &lt;st1:place&gt;Kwanza&lt;/st1:place&gt; and all the others by any means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These other religions, followed by their own traditions, are important and eclectic and such celebrations are what make this country amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This should not go unnoticed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BUT I will not have some stupid hippie telling me that I will from now on, refer to Christmas as just a 'holiday.'&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I hate to break it to you, but by saying "Merry Christmas" it almost bonds the population.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When my customers wish me a Merry Christmas as they head out the door, it's a great feeling to know that we share something special and that it remains part of our culture for years to come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christmas, I'm sorry, is embedded in the American culture and should forever stay in our culture and not be scrutinized by anyone unwilling to recognize this wonderful holiday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting fact: Kwanzaa was created in California in 1966. Holidays that are older than Kwanzaa: Arbor Day, Labor Day and my dad's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113600174807717250?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113600174807717250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113600174807717250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113600174807717250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113600174807717250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-sensitive.html' title='Hate For The Sensitive'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113504494477302937</id><published>2005-12-19T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:15:44.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For "Douches"</title><content type='html'>Michael M. of ABAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/ABAC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/ABAC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I HATE Duche Bags!! Now let me break down what a duche bag is. A duche bag is a guy who wears flip flops with jeans, not only during the summer, but in the winter, when it is fucking freezing cold. Oh yes Mr. Cool, I'll bet you'll look real slick walking around in flip flops with three toes. And why in the hell do you have to pretend to smoke. I always know when I am getting close to a douche when i come across a half, no, 1/4 smoked marlboro because they only light them up when they see a girl coming and then put them out imedeatley after they pass. Man up fellas, if your going to spend the fucking money for them, at least smoke half the damn thing. And why the hell do you have to wear trucker hats everywhere? If I ever see Ashton Kutcher in person I will hit that mother fucker in the face for starting that fad, and then I will help him up and congratulate him for doing Demi. Trucker hats are for truckers and rednecks, not every duche who thinks that they are the fucking shit for wearing the exact same thing everyone else is wearing. The greatest thing about duchebags is that they are absolutely oblivious to the fact that they are gigantic duches. So to all you duches, FUCK YOU IN THE FACE!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe the word you're looking for is "Douche:" from the French "Douche" meaning "to shower."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113504494477302937?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113504494477302937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113504494477302937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113504494477302937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113504494477302937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-douches.html' title='Hate For &quot;Douches&quot;'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113492732141792735</id><published>2005-12-18T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:35:58.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Andy A. From Penn State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/pennstate.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/pennstate.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, personally hate the fag-ass bastards that actually know what the fuck's going on in class, and act like their better than everyone else becase they do. They're the ones who call people "Zipperface" and "Sillyhead" and go whining to the RA when some bastard tells them to shutup or burn in hell. They hang out in clumps, blocking my way to either the bar, or the bathroom (But only at times I really need 'em) so they can find out how to memorize the first 18 million numbers of pi the fastest. You'll see them in groups at the bar, taking shots. But the only reason they're doing it is to see if they can still remember the first fucking 18 million numbers of pi! WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT PI?!?! GET ME SOME MOTHER-FUCKING PIE OR BURN IN HELL, U FAGGOT-ASS BASTARDS! I HATE YOu!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, being smart is for losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113492732141792735?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113492732141792735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113492732141792735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492732141792735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492732141792735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-intelligence.html' title='Hate For Intelligence'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113492721763174068</id><published>2005-12-18T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:34:21.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate For The Right</title><content type='html'>John F. from CUNY Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/CUNYQueens.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/CUNYQueens.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People who hate gay marriage. I'm not even gay,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but I wish I was just so I could kick your homo-hating ass and then&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;say, "you just got the crap slapped out of you by a fag, you fucking&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pussy! What's wrong with you?!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't even hate them if they had a logical reason to simply disagree with it. Let's take a look at their current reasons:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"It makes a mockery of marriage!!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, you're totally right dude! Those two guys or girls who love one another and want to share their lives and legal rights with one another are totally ridiculing marriage EVERYWHERE. We need more straight marriages based on gold digging, lying, cheating, appearances, and abuse. You know...good, old fashioned American marriages! Get over it, douchebag, the only thing that can make a mockery of your marriage is&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;how your own marriage is--which is obviously frigid as all hell!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"It goes against nature! Woman was not made for woman! Penis was not made for butt!!!!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, and mouth was not made for kissing....SINNER! Nor was your wife's mouth made for your birthday hummer, so I guess you'll see your neighbors Mister and Mister Lance in that section of hell you think belongs to people who put penises in things that aren't vaginas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"You're changing the definition of marriage!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had no idea every word we're speaking today is the exactly the same form and definition as it was 5,000 years ago! Oh wait, language is an ever evolving process--and don't worry Billy-Bob, this is the type of evolution that even creationists are allowed to believe in (which if&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;you are one, all credibility in all departments should be fed your&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mom/sister as a sidedish to your opossums!) "Marriage was not intended for this!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evolution jokes aside, maybe I do agree with you here. I mean, I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;certainly don't have too many qualms about getting myself a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hottie-for-life by paying the the future missus' father and getting her&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as one of my many wife-slaves! Earliest forms of marriage RULE! You fucking nutsack! "It's gross!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most logical argument EVER! No offense to all our man-loving-brothers out there, but I want to see you nailing your husband as much as I want to see my fat neighbor nailing his fat wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that doesn't mean they can't do it and that they can't hold hands and tongue each other on the line to the movies. Just because it's not your personal bag of chips, doesn't mean you can ban fat old people marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All you woman-loving-sisters out there are quite welcome to start up some sort of public orgy day as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do yourself a favor and read the next post.  Somehow I don't think these two would get along very well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113492721763174068?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113492721763174068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113492721763174068' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492721763174068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492721763174068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-right.html' title='Hate For The Right'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113492687317134110</id><published>2005-12-18T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:27:53.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate From The Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!HOT READ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dear god. If I hear one more Goddamned Liberal complain about the ass we're kicking in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I'm going to club a baby seal on the steps of the Sierra Club   &lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/republican.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/republican.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;headquarters. 2,100 lost? It's substantially lower than the cost of WW2, and thus far I don't see much difference between those brown, bearded assholes and the Nazi's. Why don't we support a Presidential candidate who threw someone else's medals onto the White House lawn, got shot in the ass while trolling a canal in an armored boat, and compared our great nation to some of the worst dictatorships the world has ever known? Or better yet, we can send the worst President in history, Jimmy "The Pussy" Carter, to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cuba&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to make nice with a group of suger cane farmers who threatened to destroy us with nuclear weapons in the 1960s? I have a better idea, maybe even a solution: let's kick the Christ out of the sodomites who are trying to eliminate our way of life? Sounds great to me, even something our friend and mentor, Jesus, would do. We'll start by ignoring the sissy Congressman who won't stop complaining about the bad intelligece provided them by a scheming administration that was only out to avenge the attempt on the former Commander in Chief's life and strip an impoverished (and religiouly ridiculous) people of their precious oil reserves. Next, we should paint over the arrows pointing East on the floors of the cells of the jagoffs we've captured to face the nearest toilet, so that they know where to look when we shit on their sacred texts, letters from Sheik Abdulla or whatever else we deem inappropriate reading material. And finally, no more damn immigrants. This last initiative is a bit out of context, I know, but for the love of God can we build a wall or something? Tell Jose and his buddies that we can pick our own goddamned watermelons! And if we can't do it, our African population will just have to import them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If anyone is looking for the reason Mr. Bush was re-elected, go no further than this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113492687317134110?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113492687317134110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113492687317134110' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492687317134110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492687317134110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-from-right.html' title='Hate From The Right'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113492669882811361</id><published>2005-12-18T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:24:58.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Justin from University of North Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/northdakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/northdakota.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excuse me Weedy McStonerson? Yes you, I fuckin hate you man. I understand that "The Family Guy" is an ever increasingly entertaining show, but good lord how many episodes can you possibly watch in a day. Seriously man, have you ever been to class? Stayed out later than 12? Read anything other "High Times"? There is so much more to the world that you are depriving youself of, and all it takes is a trip outside of your residence hall, and I dont mean to go get a pizza from the convienence store. Seriously man you spend all day in your room and all you ever talk about is marijuana, and to tell you the truth, its fucking driving me crazy. Don't get me wrong, I like to smoke weed just as much as the next guy, but I promise you I will never go on 20 minute lectures about Maui Wowie, String Cheese Incident, or X-Box 360. Your the lamest kid I have ever met and I would like to rip your pony tail out of your skull. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good luck with your next fooseball match.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But dude, have you ever like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wathed&lt;/span&gt; it?  I mean, like really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watched it&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113492669882811361?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113492669882811361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113492669882811361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492669882811361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492669882811361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/justin-from-university-of-north-dakota.html' title=''/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113492649160059831</id><published>2005-12-18T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:22:08.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Many Preppy Things</title><content type='html'>Jacob L. from East Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/eastcarolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/eastcarolina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate the bitches who walk around with "sperrys" and not "topsiders". You know the type, usually big jugs with a cardboard ass wears Abercrombie shit all the time&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;except for that occasionally popped collar polo. Popped collars piss me off,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;especially when our soccer team does it during a game in which their ass is being kicked. oh, I hate frat boys too. Nothing says douchebag like a pink polo and some chinos with some clogs, that really says faggoty ass frat boy. I also would approve of a mass genocide of all the fuckers who sit around playing johnny cash on their crappy-ass guitars just because his fucking movie came out, play some jimi hendrix or something, christ. mix it up a little, play a god-damned mandolin or something. I also hate the motherfuckers who use a guitar at parties as a prop to get bitches, what a cockblock. finalmente, I hate cockblocks. God has a special place in hell for these people. The guitar cockblock, the wheelchair I'm crippeled cockblock, and the ever so famous guy-friend cockblock, I hate him the most, guy-friend cockblock I loathe you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It sounds to me like you hate everyone from my home state of Connecticut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113492649160059831?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113492649160059831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113492649160059831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492649160059831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113492649160059831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-many-preppy-things.html' title='Hate for Many Preppy Things'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113479381762069967</id><published>2005-12-16T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:30:42.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for God-Knows-What</title><content type='html'>JB from God-Knows-Where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/question-mark.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/question-mark.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate people that don't tip!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate people that don't tip after asking me if its cold out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes its FUCKING COLD, do you see the snow still on my sweatshirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate people that don't tip and then say "have a great day!".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have a great day?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah I hope you get drunk and fall down the stairs, paralyzing you for the rest of your life, you cheap bastard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realllly hate people who give you their payment in change and then say "keep the change!"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHAT THE HELL ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate people that look down when they're walking and are in the MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HEY! One side or the other motherfucker! Oh and ignoring me when I say excuse me... holy fucking crap you're the only one within 20 ft!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LISTEN THE FUCK UP and GET THE HELL OVER!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry your little imaginary world that you watch by starring at the sidewalk is having a difficult crisis, but look up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOOK UP SO YOU CAN SEE WHERE YOU ARE GOING!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope you get hit by a fucking car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I hope they're talking on their cell phone and eating at the same time while not wearing a seatbelt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That way you'll both die because I fucking hate those people too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can't drive with both hands on the wheel so what makes you think that while talking into a cell phone you'll drive better?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where the fuck are you going in such a hurry that you really need to be on the phone!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can't wait the five minutes it will take you to get anywhere near here that is worth being!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you're eating too?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holy FUCK you've set a new standard for distraction!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why don't you juggle a couple rubber balls and fellate yourself too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or hell, give yourself cunnilingus if you're female.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe you're lucky and you have both!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go wild you fucking horrendous driver!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just make sure you hit the person who's not looking up while walking in the middle of the sidewalk after NOT TIPPING ME! Another thing, stop complaining that your life is terrible!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know people with fucking cancer you self-loathing bitch!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't complain about my life, you know why?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have perspective on my life and I can recognize when my its terrible (i.e. I'll be dead in a couple of weeks because I developed a brain tumor) and when its just a touch not great &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(I didn't get a fucking tip goddamnit!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I'm aware that I'm venting hate at a high level, doesn't mean I'm complaining... well maybe it does, but so what!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been trying to figure out what JB here does and I can only come to one conclusion: professional snow shoveler. Anyone else have a guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113479381762069967?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113479381762069967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113479381762069967' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479381762069967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479381762069967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-god-knows-what.html' title='Hate for God-Knows-What'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113479352688109588</id><published>2005-12-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:25:26.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chris M from Stonehill College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/stonehill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/stonehill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guitar dude next door. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind the guitar and this would be ok if he played it he played during the day or evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, he seems to feel that &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="1"&gt;1 AM&lt;/st1:time&gt; when I have a final and need sleep is a much better time to display his musical talent. He also prefers to play when he is so drunk that he can't handle a G chord. I've heard blind, retarded, quadruple amputees using their teeth play better than this guy. Then he sings. And when I say sings, I mean he opens his mouth and sounds of inhuman origin spill from his vocal chords. I would prefer it if they would simply torture a cat next door because it would sound more like music. This man has butchered every song to every to walk the earth with his drunken screeching and if it continues I'm going to ram that acoustic piece of shit up his ass and see how he signs then. It will probably be an improvement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't hate the shred, dude. My band is about to blow up huge! A rep from Interscope is supposed to be coming to our next gig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113479352688109588?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113479352688109588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113479352688109588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479352688109588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479352688109588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/chris-m-from-stonehill-college-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113479309327781878</id><published>2005-12-16T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:19:26.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Lying Rappers</title><content type='html'>Chapman from Emory University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/emory.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/emory.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In stead of studying, i will describe something i hate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fucking rap songs that talk about guns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Case in Point:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last week, a friend sent me a song called "So Seductive" By Tony Yayo Ft. 50 Cent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's a song about hot women...(surprise!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the first few lines say, "Aww...nigga, do you know who you messin wit?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got them German Lugers wit them hollow tips, one shot one kill."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the fuck?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The song's about women!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did you raid Hitler's stash?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HOw many people are these rappers killing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody cares what you're armed with. "Aww..shawty...we got dem m-16s"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is the point of this arsenal?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And another thing, i hate people who think that Scarface is the best movie ever. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone here has got&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a scarface DVD or poster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"man, i'm just like Scarface, came from nuttin, gonna get the world."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DID YOU SEE THE GODAMN MOVIE?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HE NEARLY HAS SEX WITH HIS SISTER AND GETS SHOT BY LIKE 50 MILLION PEOPLE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If only their fate could be his.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fuck that movie, it's not that good.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro, don't talk about Tony Yayo like that...he'll smoke yo ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113479309327781878?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113479309327781878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113479309327781878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479309327781878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479309327781878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-lying-rappers.html' title='Hate for Lying Rappers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113479296732120574</id><published>2005-12-16T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:16:07.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Hopeless Romantics</title><content type='html'>Nathan M from Augie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/augustana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/augustana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motherfuckers who pretend a relationship is way more than it actually is. If these sort of people had the time to memorize the life history, favorite drink, academic major, and favorite football team of all 6 billion people on the planet, they would undoubtedly do it. This species of human tends to generalize the span of your life by the drunken habits you exhibited back in freshman year. Get a clue buddy; no one is falling for it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't get it man...we're in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113479296732120574?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113479296732120574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113479296732120574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479296732120574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113479296732120574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-hopeless-romantics.html' title='Hate for Hopeless Romantics'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113478836995192781</id><published>2005-12-16T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:59:29.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Fakers</title><content type='html'>Anonymous from Who Knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/question-mark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/question-mark.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what really grinds my gears, i hate these clowns that self proclaim themselves a heavy drinker. Yeah I have hung out with you before and watched you puke all over yourself later in the night. So don't come to me every weekend with a story about how much you drank and how hungover you are b/c I know the truth. I've seen your type before - flashy, making the scene, flaunting convention, but when it comes down to it you just can't handle your drinks. Stop lying about how bad ass you are and how much you drink.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But dude, you SAW me drink that whole 30 rack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113478836995192781?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113478836995192781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113478836995192781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478836995192781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478836995192781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-fakers.html' title='Hate for Fakers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113478817062975524</id><published>2005-12-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:56:10.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Idiots</title><content type='html'>Amanda Z from University of New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/newhampsire.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/newhampsire.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think a new rule should be that anyone who asks a question during any class, for any reason, other than "Professor, is it alright if I roll a joint while you put useless practice exercises on the board for these other fucking monkeys to dick around with until they realize they're too retarded to spell the word 'failure'?" should be killed in the least humane way possible. Period. If you don't understand what a teacher is talking about, then you're not gonna... no matter how many times you raise your idiot arm and say in your idiot voice&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"well, I see your point, but- " No. No 'but-'s. You don't understand. You're not going to. I don't care if your slutty girlfriends think you're being profound (cause 18 year old journalism majors from NH have obviously had enough life experience to be melancholy and philosophical...right?...I mean its not like they go online and Google 'Nietzsche' enough times to quote arbitrary irrelevant passages during normal conversation and try to pass them off as their own...right?) Just shut up. Stop it. If you don't get it, just go back to putting 'deep' lyrics in your AIM profile and hoping that if you leave constant away messages about how 'crunk' you're getting I wont notice that you're a fucking idiot. The death penalty should be applied to any student who speaks during class...this also includes any/all comments beginning with "well the way I see it - " I don't care how you see it. Coincidentally, no one does except the parents who raised you to believe that hard work and excessive use of Highlighters is any kind of substitute for lack of genuine intelligence. Let me simplify it for you, folks, if you don't have the intellectual capacity necessary to process basic college level English, math, science, and language information without interrupting my naps during class with your incessant whining and demands for further explanation, pack up your shit and blow the next redneck in a pickup truck to drive you back down to whatever South-of-Massachusetts, cousin-fucking state you came out of. Christ all-fucking Mighty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoa, whoa, whoa missy, I'm from Connecticut which is south of Massachusetts an' I don like the way you talkin' 'bout mah state, ya hear. Now git!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113478817062975524?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113478817062975524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113478817062975524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478817062975524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478817062975524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-idiots.html' title='Hate for Idiots'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113478793144243255</id><published>2005-12-16T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:52:11.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Something Personal</title><content type='html'>Doug from Tulane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/tulane.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/tulane.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've never deprived myself of a hookup regardless of how fat or ugly the girl may be. If I have to wake up next to a girl who weighs more than 175 pounds again im gonna jump off of the roof the recreation complex, and thats no joke. Why can't i just go home and masterbate to internet porn? Because im a perverted sexual deviant thats why. Then all year I have to see these ugly girls&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on campus and be constantly&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;reminded of the time I took that girl home, found out she was virgin, and tried to force my penis into her her vagina through her panties (because its not sex if you use her panties as a condom). Then every single one of my friends must chastize me by reminding me of the time I fucked the girl with one arm, God damnit I hate myself sometimes. OH and I also had sex with my roomates sister, and let me tell you &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, there is nothing cool about telling your roomate that you balled his sister.......................twice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow buddy, you've got some issues to work out.  Lemme know how that goes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113478793144243255?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113478793144243255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113478793144243255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478793144243255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478793144243255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-something-personal.html' title='Hate for Something Personal'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113478781426435536</id><published>2005-12-16T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:50:14.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Whiners</title><content type='html'>Chris G at Penn State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/pennstate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/pennstate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crying because of final exams Charlie: Every morning for a solid week, you drudge gloomily into the shitty campus grille and make it known to everyone there that you had the worst night ever because you had to study for a final. That sucks man, cause even though I have some of the same classes as you, I don't have any finals. In fact, last night I had the best time ever, consisting of going to the best strip club in town, getting a free blowjob, and then blowing lines off the stripper's ass afterwards. FUCK YOU!!! Every college kid in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is strung out on Aderall and Caffine pills for a straight week of hell. Why do you have to piss and moan like you have the hardest week of academia that ever existed? And Jesus Christ, half of your finals are fucking gen-ed. Art history isn't rocket science asshole. Quit bitching and kill yourself. I hate you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You just don't get it.  If you had Schirmer for chem you'd be freaked too.  Not everybody can be a philosophy major, jerk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113478781426435536?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113478781426435536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113478781426435536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478781426435536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478781426435536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-whiners.html' title='Hate for Whiners'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113478765546641511</id><published>2005-12-16T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:47:35.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Hippies</title><content type='html'>Steve K from Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/temple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birkenstocks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no elaborate stories to explain it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate birkenstocks and the people who wear them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever man, you just, like, don't get what it's, like, all about or whatever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113478765546641511?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113478765546641511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113478765546641511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478765546641511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113478765546641511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-hippies.html' title='Hate for Hippies'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113461803850178922</id><published>2005-12-14T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:40:38.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Hate: Fatties and German Fashion</title><content type='html'>Lorraine from George Brown College&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/georgebrown.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/georgebrown.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate seeing fat people eating at McDonalds....hey Tubby McLardbutt put down the double big mac... it just disgusts me, i know how hard is it to go to Subway or something?? I mean its no wonder you're 100 pounds over weight when all you eat is fat, mayo and salt.... cant they feel their arteries clogging??? and especially if they fucking supersize there meal, whoa there why don't you just add the extra mayo extra cheese and take away the lettuce and tomatoes it doesn't matter now... and you wonder why people are disgusted maybe cuz you've got your equally over weight kids sitting next to you!!! now wipe the mayo from your chin, get off your cottage-cheese ass and go to the gym fatty!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and you know what else I hate... people who wear sandals and socks... I mean your fucking kidding me right??? The purpose of socks is to keep your feet warm right??.... the purpose of sandals is to let your feet have air, usually its warm out when people wear sandals right?? So why contradict yourselves??? If you put on socks in the morning how hard is it to choose shoes instead of sandals!! I really don't get it!!...and it makes me really angry...do you purposely want to look like a retard?? Is this some kind of joke to piss off people like me? Or do you honestly think you look good? I hate you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, excuse me if I want to keep my toes warm while I go hiking and talk in low, gutteral tones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113461803850178922?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113461803850178922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113461803850178922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113461803850178922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113461803850178922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/double-hate-fatties-and-german-fashion.html' title='Double Hate: Fatties and German Fashion'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113461787193908003</id><published>2005-12-14T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:37:51.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Hate: Football Player and Madonna</title><content type='html'>Jenna the Jew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/starofdavid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/starofdavid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First, players are always telling me how bad a night they had, when they had a fucking curfew of 10. Come on guys...what did you do? Eat a bad microwave taco and spend your two hours of night shitting by yourself in the locker room bathroom? Yeah.....fucking douche.... and another thing you always go on and on about how much ass you get....but yet I never EVER see you with a girl or a trashy girl leaving your room or you and some random piece of ass fucking in the gutter......your fucking standing in the corner of a party waiting for a girl to come to you bc your "to good looking" to go get your own puss. You make me sick...and another thing your dicks aren't that big....didn't your mother ever tell you that the juice makes your wiener small......Jesus I love you to hate you guys. Oh and your sex anit that good either...yeah Travis I'm talking to you asshole.....never got your dick wet in high school....well that's my shit on players and Madonna is the antichrist and I hate her and if she changes her name to Ester I would still hate her................Happy Fucking Hanukah Ester......Love Jenna the Jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be jealous of our buldging muscles and/or shrunken testicles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113461787193908003?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113461787193908003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113461787193908003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113461787193908003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113461787193908003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/double-hate-football-player-and.html' title='Double Hate: Football Player and Madonna'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113453002225212756</id><published>2005-12-13T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:17:40.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Hanger-Ons</title><content type='html'>Mike from Wake Forrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/wakeforest.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/wakeforest.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate that fuckin kid who follows me and my friends everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess he &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doesnt understand that we lock the door when he leaves our dorm room so we &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can drink in peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey dumb shit, if you say you'll be back in a couple seconds, leave and here the door lock, we dont want you around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially if you knock and say "It's me" and it still takes us 2 minutes to opne the door. We dont give a shit if you have beer, we do too, and if we need any we'll be sure to steal it from you you little bitch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yea, and one more thing, never, ever come into my room and just stand there and say nothing, if you have nothing to say to me, stay the fuck out, or hang yourself or something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait...dude, what are you guys up to tonight?  Yeah...can I hop a ride with you guys?  Oh Nice, SHOTGUN!  Boo-Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113453002225212756?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113453002225212756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113453002225212756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113453002225212756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113453002225212756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-hanger-ons.html' title='Hate for Hanger-Ons'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452996403532784</id><published>2005-12-13T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:19:22.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-Hate, Health Nuts and Silly Names</title><content type='html'>Dan from Michigan State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/michiganstate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/michiganstate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate all the Non-Smoking Nazis in this country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m okay with bans on smoking in public buildings and such; I can go outside, no big deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then you assholes come out of the building and bitch at me because I’m smoking near where you want to walk. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t come at me with your idiot complaints and remarks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time you come up to me and tell me “That really smells great, thanks a lot.”, and then look at me like I’m the scum of the earth for fouling up your air, I’m just going to say “You’re welcome.”, and then blow a big puff of smoke right in your ugly, self-righteous face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you honestly complaining about having to deal with a mildly offensive odor for a brief period of time, or do you somehow believe that the tiny amount of smoke you inhale as you pass by is going to kill you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know smoking causes cancer and all, but the amount of smoke you manage to inhale before the wind blows the rest away will, in your entire lifetime, add up to like two cigarettes, at most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you don’t want to deal with second hand smoke in a restaurant or bar, then you choose a non-smoking venue, you don’t have to make it so every bar and restaurant is non-smoking by law; I like a cigarette with my beer damn it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why the bloody fuck should non-smokers get every bar in town?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And don’t walk up to me on the street and tell me how unhealthy it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have that information already, and if it didn’t keep me from buying my first pack, how the hell do you think it's going make me stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like my deadly carcinogens, thank you, and I’ll quit when I fucking feel like it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also hate all the Scotties of the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve only met three of you so far, and thank god, because if I had to deal with any more of your bullshit, I’d probably start killing you losers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Near as I can figure, you were pretty much at the bottom of the food chain in high school, and all you can do to feel better about yourself now is to go after me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But of course, just blatantly fucking with me won’t go over that well with the rest of the people in the room, so you have to be all passive aggressive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t tell me that my friends said not to let me back in the room; I’ve been partying there all semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t ask me if my cigarette tastes good, you are the only person in the room who isn’t a smoker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And goddamn it, you do not need to say my full name every single time you start spewing your bullshit at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you act like this because you see me as the one guy in the room who is more of a misfit than you, but the funny thing is you are the one who doesn’t fit in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may not have much in the way of social skill, but at least I’m not the one who comes in to say that we should be studying for our finals instead of smoking a bunch of pot, then stand there quietly watching us for a few minutes looking like an idiot, before going back to wherever you came from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where the fuck did you come from, anyway, because I know you don’t live here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope all three of you die in a fiery catastrophe aboard your gay cruise ship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan, take it easy...Scottie doesn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452996403532784?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452996403532784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452996403532784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452996403532784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452996403532784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/double-hate-health-nuts-and-silly.html' title='Double-Hate, Health Nuts and Silly Names'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452989487107666</id><published>2005-12-13T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:22:51.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Dying Fashion</title><content type='html'>John K from Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/320/hamilton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to take alittle time to express the utter boiling rage i feel for all the tripple popped collar douches roaming the streets today. These People have absolutly no knowledge beyond the use of the ATM. They dont understand the meaning of money, mostly likely becuase their father is either off hating his golddigger wife, or fucking his secretary. I have the misfortune of living with two such dingleberries here at school. Enough aready i DONT want to hear about how "sick your whip is" or what youm "Summer esate is like " FUCK YOU YOU POMPOUS ASS HOLE. YOU dont know shit about life , but as long as daddy keeps that sick job it looks like your personal yatching lessons can continue. Get a Grip or GET&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SLAIN INA HORRIBLE WHIP ACCIDENT. EITHER WAY PUT THOSE FUCKING COLLARS DOWN. I HATE YOU PINK SHIRT DOUCHEMAN I HATE YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But John, once you pop, you just can't stop looking like a winner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452989487107666?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452989487107666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452989487107666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452989487107666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452989487107666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-dying-fashion.html' title='Hate for Dying Fashion'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452982898830093</id><published>2005-12-13T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:23:56.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Pomposity</title><content type='html'>Blair from GA Tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/georgiatech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/georgiatech.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate the jackass guys here at Tech who think they are better and smarter than everyone else. Sure….all your life you have been told you’re a genius. So have I! The difference is, I’m not an arrogant asshole that talks down to everyone. Get over yourself! Find a good personality and stop acting like a dick. You are NOT all that. We all know that you spend countless hours playing video games because you have no friends. You aren’t better than me. In fact I’m probably better than you and smarter than you. I just choose to have social skills.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cure to this ailment is to go to an online university.  I hear U of Pheonix has some amazing iDegrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452982898830093?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452982898830093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452982898830093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452982898830093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452982898830093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-pomposity.html' title='Hate for Pomposity'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452970316114886</id><published>2005-12-13T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:25:30.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for the Travel Impaired</title><content type='html'>Lorraine from George Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/georgebrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/georgebrown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People who dont know how to ride the bus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;. I HATE FUCKERS WHO COME ON THE BUS AND STAND RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE BACK DOORS. YOUR STOP ISNT NEXT ASSHOLE GET OUT OF THE WAY.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AND ARE YOU BLIND THERES A MILLION SEATS RIGHT BEHIND, CANT U JUST SIT &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;UR&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; UGLY ASS DOWN. THEN WHEN SOMEONE WANTS TO GET OFF THE ASSHOLES MOVES AN INCH, LIKE THATS GONNA HELP&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"THANKS FUCKBAG NOW I CAN GET BY!" IM NOT MARYKATE OSLEN DICKHOLE, MOVE!! HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO STAND TO THE FUCKING SIDE OR SIDE &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;UR&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; FAT ASS DOWN??? I HATE YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd change this entry to NOT all caps, but I feel that would take away from the delicious anger here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452970316114886?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452970316114886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452970316114886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452970316114886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452970316114886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-travel-impaired.html' title='Hate for the Travel Impaired'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452960539649324</id><published>2005-12-13T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:26:30.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Sweet, Sweet Muscle</title><content type='html'>Melanie M. from Pace University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/pace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/pace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate "Gustang Gus." And yes, I know a Gustang Gus. If you haven't guessed already, Gus drives a Mustang, which he appropriately named the Gustang. The Gustang is a white convertible with zebra-print upholstry and purple dice dangling from the rear-view mirror, much representing the bruised testicles he must experience on a regular basis for his lack of sexual activity. The Gustang has a small engine with attachments to make a lot of noise and exhaust. The Gustang is an automatic, but Gus drives it as if it were a stick shift, shifting fiercely between "Drive" and 1st gear, sometimes throwing it into neutral just for that stick shift-like jolt. Gus is not a man defined by his car, though. Gus has a better fake tan than my real one; he smells as fresh as a recently deodorized couch; he has a beautiful diamond stud in one of his ears. Hair is perfectly gelled, not a stray on his head. His face is smooth as a baby's ass at all times, and his smile is bleached and twinkles in pictures; he makes sure to attend the gym at least five times a week, which isn't difficult since he works there. He does some bicep curls and bench presses, wearing finger-less leather gloves to make sure his &lt;st1:place&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; hands don't develop calluses. He is the king of the douchebags, will get into any car or muscle-related argument and fight until the death, whether he is correct or not. He gets more sex than anyone you know, but somehow he hasn't slept with anyone you know. Gus has only porn and money on his mind: porn for sexual satisfaction and money so he can maintain his sex machine image and not have to resort to porn. Gus is a man of irony, hating jocks, pretty boys, and Trans Ams. I feel as if everyone knows a Gus, ruler of Mustangs, most macho metrosexual alive. If you don't know a Gus, you must be Gus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if we don't fight to the death, who will defend the merits of a slant-six over those of a straight six?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452960539649324?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452960539649324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452960539649324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452960539649324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452960539649324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-sweet-sweet-muscle.html' title='Hate for Sweet, Sweet Muscle'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452950656831262</id><published>2005-12-13T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:28:09.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Your Elders</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John from Virginia Tech&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/virginiatech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/virginiatech.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely hate middle aged selfish ass baby boomers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You guys were kind of cool in the 80s, you had 30 Something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, you're OLD!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can't drive well any more -because your eyesight is shot, but you think wearing glasses will make you look old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What will really make you old is scar tissue from the crash that you caused when you drove your lame ass Buick into my car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yes Buicks are lame now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know they were cool back in your time, but so were 'duck and cover' nuclear bomb drills. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry if you can't read signs that are right in front of your face or tell what color traffic signals are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Buy a seeing eye dog, maybe he can read them for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You think that just because I have only been out of college for 2 years that I don't know jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Newsflash, you got out of college 20 years ago!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you still remember most of the crap you were tought, good for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have most of my memory intact, so don't get mad when I ignore any incorrect 'facts' you may try to teach me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially since you know nothing about my field of work but insist on telling me how little I know on a regular basis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I understand that you worked hard for your money and yadday yadday yadday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, but I'm not 80 years old so I haven't had the chance to work my fingers to the bone for half a century.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And nobody wants to hear your stupid stories!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Especially when you can't even remember half of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you think I'm going to call you 'sir' or 'maam' just because your old, your crazier than I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you address me as 'hey' or 'kid', don't expect any pleasantries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you don't pay my salary, I know this because you didn't sign my paycheck.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well Mister, who do you think pays for that Treo-phone thingy you love so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452950656831262?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452950656831262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452950656831262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452950656831262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452950656831262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-your-elders.html' title='Hate for Your Elders'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113452942449819638</id><published>2005-12-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:29:22.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for a Roommate</title><content type='html'>Connor from St. Francis Xavier U.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/1600/francisxavier.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/213/1285/200/francisxavier.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm a little late, but I really hate my mongoloid roommate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good job graduating with your Arts degree in Kinetics, buddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet taking those summer classes really relieved some stress from your hectic schedule of playing badminton and learning the proper way to perform a squat thrust.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What's that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You want to know how to spell "coat?"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, that's understandable, seeing as how you're functionally illiterate and shouldn't have graduated from high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, chew your nails in front of me while I'm watching TV; I especially like the way you crunch them up right before you swallow them.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Too tired to wash your fucking pasta pot?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why don't you leave it in the sink for 2 weeks until I have to use it, so I can clean off the mutagen that has congealed all over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just once I'd like to live in your dream world, where girls who wouldn't give you the time of day are actually in love with you, everything is spelled phonetically, and wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt riddled with holes for 6 consecutive days is considered a cultural norm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do me a favour and the next time you get piss-your-pants drunk, go for a drive in your Benz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Functionally illiterate, huh?  Must go to a good school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113452942449819638?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113452942449819638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113452942449819638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452942449819638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113452942449819638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-roommate.html' title='Hate for a Roommate'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113447748446427679</id><published>2005-12-13T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:38:04.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hateback: Belgians</title><content type='html'>Theo M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate people who hate Belgians. Honestly, what have you got against us? We're one of the smallest nations in &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; and we haven't done *anything* to *anyone* *ever*. You're simply angry because our waffles make you look like a tiny dick-sucking ordinary college student and you can't handle it. At worst, we've made designs that have become the origin for the lace that graces the lingere your girlfriend wears on occasion - by the way, good choice, she's amazing in bed. Glad she's so "faithful." And to set the record straight, the greek community is nothing to make fun of. Just because y'all couldn't get accepted to the brotherhood that is the quintessential fraternity doesn't mean y'all should make fun of it. It's simply another social organization that's fighting against a stigma that you are shamelessly promoting. Congratu-fuckin'-lations, you discriminating sons of bitches. I hope you feel good about yourself and all your 'egalitarian, equality-loving ideals' because you obviously don't subscribe to anything close to that. You are members of the club I like to casually call, "I'm dumb, ignorant and angry, take pity on me." You have no sympathy for anyone who isn't equal to you. You don't even have sympathy for people who are equal to you. You are simple apathetic, arrogent bitter bastards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spent a few memorable nights in Brussels and I can say this: you're waffles are fine, your chocolate is delicious, your beer is unbeatable but, man, you guys could use some work on accents.  Could I learn to speak your language?  Maybe.  But that would take all the fun out of being an American. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113447748446427679?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113447748446427679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113447748446427679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113447748446427679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113447748446427679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hateback-belgians.html' title='Hateback: Belgians'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113447731206330845</id><published>2005-12-13T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:35:12.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Haters: Jon K.</title><content type='html'>Nick hates Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People who claim to hate Mtv who actually are just addicted as you and I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Said people claim to have seen the same episode of LagunaBeach so many times that they are able to "quote an entire episode."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also claim to know everything about shows they claim has no value.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So how come motherfucker, you can quote Laguna?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why Jon K of the Marines?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You big heterosexual asshole you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You sure aren't gay, repressing your feelings of inadequacy--leaving you to only please other men who couldn't 'cut-it' for the opposite sex, are you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You love pussy don't you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You just can't stand being someone who likes laguna beach/the real world/whatever and having other alpha-male-bad-ass-&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;fifteen-year-old-boy-fucker-base-apes tell you you're a "faggot" with a aftertaste of truth, can you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why don't you do some more push ups so you're not gay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fag. I HATE YOU!!!!!!! fag.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling a dude in the marines a fag...great idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113447731206330845?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113447731206330845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113447731206330845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113447731206330845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113447731206330845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-haters-jon-k.html' title='Hate for Haters: Jon K.'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113447725302219764</id><published>2005-12-13T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:34:13.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jessica B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I HATE those damn Emo kids! You know, those sappy anorexic-looking kids with the thick, black greasy hair, the thick black glasses, and those huge fucking scarves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They chastise anyone who wears anything but the color black and then they cry after a long shift at Hot Topic while listening to the sweet tunes of My Chemical Romance. They then write about how much they hate their parents on their MySpace blog. "I can't wait to get out of this dark hell I've been living in and go to the Vans Warped Tour." Give me an f'ing break! They are trying so hard to be non-conformists, yet they all look and act EXACTLY alike. Amazing. And to any Emo kid who may read this, I'm not writing this simply because I am ignorant what a black abyss your life is, but because I think you are completely unoriginal, self-involved, and obnoxious. Oh yeah...and I hate you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, your Dad has two mortgages on that dark hell and has to pull over time on the weekends for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113447725302219764?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113447725302219764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113447725302219764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113447725302219764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113447725302219764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-sadness.html' title='Hate for Sadness'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113444327690881328</id><published>2005-12-12T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:07:56.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for the Higher-Ups</title><content type='html'>Jennifer W.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fucking hate bosses that chastise you because of things that they haven't gotten clear. I mean, when the prick tells me to do one thing, like five minutes later the asshole is telling me that I need to be doing something else. GET IT THE FUCK STRAIGHT then get pissed off at me for not doing something. I am so sick of his "I am army man I am a prick when I have to be" attitude. Come off it fucker. People have feelings and opinions that are a little more pronounced than yours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer...is that you?...I want you out of here immediately.  Oh, and don't bother packing your things, building security will take care of that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113444327690881328?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113444327690881328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113444327690881328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113444327690881328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113444327690881328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-higher-ups.html' title='Hate for the Higher-Ups'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113444314072344177</id><published>2005-12-12T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:05:40.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Haters of France</title><content type='html'>From, simply, K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey you! people who hate the french so much, you better fuck your mum in the arse as hard as you hate the french ( this you make her happier and better at rising shit kids like you) mooohahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I assure you, this is much funnier when read in a French accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113444314072344177?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113444314072344177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113444314072344177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113444314072344177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113444314072344177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/hate-for-haters-of-france.html' title='Hate for Haters of France'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113405215334019417</id><published>2005-12-08T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:29:13.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader-on-Reader Hate</title><content type='html'>Unknown Hater hates Chris M. from Temple U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate the "I'm gonna complain about girls having their period because now I can't fuck them" guy (aka Chis M. from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the guy that follows you home and never gets a clue that your not interested in having sex with him and all the crabs that live in his genetalia, so you have to use the ultimate I-can't-hook-up excuse. News flash jackass, the "bitch" probably doesn't have her period, but she probably does upchuck everytime she's sees one of the open wounds from your oral herpes flying at her from across the room. Maybe if you stopped being a dick for one second you would realize that a girl only gets her period for about 5 days a month, not 28. The cherry on top of these lovely std ridden sundaes is that usually they're the guys that think that just because you have your period means you owe them anal sex. Look douchebag, just because i got dicked and ended up with a uterus instead of a flesh turtle (the "I'm gonna complain about girls having their period because now I can't fuck them" guys usually have small penises) doesn't mean I owe you anal sex. I'm trying to spare your feelings with the period excuse here, don't make me chop your penis off and throw it out of a moving car going 90 off a bridge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls lie about having their period?  That's lower than low.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113405215334019417?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113405215334019417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113405215334019417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113405215334019417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113405215334019417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/reader-on-reader-hate.html' title='Reader-on-Reader Hate'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113380114943423251</id><published>2005-12-05T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:46:04.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Reader-on-Reader Hate</title><content type='html'>Jonas from Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate Helen T. From &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; - because she hates people out of her own misery of being an unloved, fat, bad-hair-job, underpaid hag. That girl with the 'easy life' just tried harder or was waaaaaay smarter than you are. Now bag my groceries.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate Linda S. From &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; - because it's not a conscient action if a guy pushes a girl's hair down. We don't think about this, it just happens. You don't kick a dog's ass because it wags its tail at you, do you? Now we wag ours at you ... and subconsciously direct you to where the grapes are. It's the way we are built, and I love it. So I hate you.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate BJ from Washington U - because the price tag doesn't matter. Popping the collar is a decision far away from monetary backgrounds. It's if you want to portray the successful, cocky, tasteless motherfucker that lays all the chicks you wish you could even talk to - or not. So live with it and don't discriminate others because their polo shirt doesn't have a crocodile. My brother buys Lacoste shirts all the time, and I give him hell for it. Everybody should have a brother like me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Germans hating people?  WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113380114943423251?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113380114943423251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113380114943423251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113380114943423251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113380114943423251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/12/triple-reader-on-reader-hate.html' title='Triple Reader-on-Reader Hate'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113324040528230180</id><published>2005-11-28T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:00:05.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philisophical Hate</title><content type='html'>From an Unknown Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is hate?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sure, but there certainly seems to be a lot of it swirling around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113324040528230180?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113324040528230180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113324040528230180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113324040528230180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113324040528230180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/11/philisophical-hate.html' title='Philisophical Hate'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113324031435017220</id><published>2005-11-28T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:58:34.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Hate from the Military</title><content type='html'>Jon K. of the US Marine Corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sports Ananlysts not on ESPN or any major network.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody cares about your input on the Georgia/Auburn game just because you went to a school for sports management and now have a job on the Southern Alabama Sports Hour that pulls in less ratings then the Norm McDonald show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You usually have a name like Brian McFarley or something that sounds like you were once an average athlete at your small high school nobody has heard of and probably sucked more than that team Butkus coaches.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MTV addicts...esp. about The Real World and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Laguna   Beach&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In case you haven't noticed, MTV doesn't show music anymore and they repeat these horrible shows over and over and over again until you can quote an entire episode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop watching this, and watch something else with REAL people doing ACTUAL things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the people who think these shows aren't scripted, you suck very badly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People who think everyone in the military is a blood thirsty killer that has no morals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You fucking hippies disgust me...get back to smelling bad and protesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also hate the over zealous protestors in colleges.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bro, you go to college, stop bitching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel bad you paid the 100,000 dollar cover charge but I get drunk at home and serve our country so you can do so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don't get me wrong, college kids kick ass, just not the ones who think they are making a DRASTIC difference in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shouldn't even make the cover charge comment, you're probably the tool in the library on a Friday night with the Asian kid that doesn't speak anything but Calculus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not that we think you are all blood thirsty killers, it's just that you're allowed to be and we're not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113324031435017220?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113324031435017220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113324031435017220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113324031435017220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113324031435017220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/11/multi-hate-from-military.html' title='Multi-Hate from the Military'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113324009906231950</id><published>2005-11-28T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:54:59.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for The Stars and Bars</title><content type='html'>Ben B. From Miami&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Confederate Flags. Nothing says, "Hey I'm a fucking redneck" like a representation of the condederate flag on your clothing, automobile, or even in your general viscinity. Sorry to dissappoint you, but the South WILL NOT rise again. In fact, one could argue the degree to which they ever "risen" to in the first place. Now, being a southerner myself I am certainly no fan of yankee notherner types, nor do I enjoy our current regime of government, however; I think it's pretty obvious that shaving your head, wearing camoflauge and watching the Deliverance marathon will never re-establish our nation's capitol as &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Richmond&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or even &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Montgomery&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state&gt;Alabama&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for that matter. Give it up, there is no honor is celebrating a "nation" that existed for a mere 5 years... and for fuck's sakes, take the mud tires off your 2-wheel drive truck and stop fucking your cousins.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If by 'rise' you mean 'drink a lot and complain about the lack of work in town,' then the South certainly will rise again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113324009906231950?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113324009906231950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113324009906231950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113324009906231950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113324009906231950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hate-for-stars-and-bars.html' title='Hate for The Stars and Bars'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113323991792659870</id><published>2005-11-28T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:51:57.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Fakers</title><content type='html'>Meaghan from GW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kids who think they're rich, but in actuality if left to fend for themselves, without daddy's money, are just stupid meatheads who dont know how to do anything else but party and cheat at life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, good job, you did absolutely nothing to become extremely wealthy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm all for the fucking american dream, but please PLEASE dont tell me that youre better than me because your PARENTS can afford a black card and your spoiled ass gets to use it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fan-fucking-tastic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope your parents realize what fucking degenerate assholes you are and cut you off... you like grey goose?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fuck you, try drinking some fucking zelco like a normal fucking college kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that its tempting, but stop fucking sitting next to me in classes and expecting me to swoon over your fucking muscles and let you cheat off me – I dont think our professor is retarded enough (notice I said ENOUGH) not to realize your essay is full of words your tiny, juiced-out brain is too fucking dumb to comprehend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope you wake up in 10 years on a broken futon in a shitty studio apartment in &lt;st1:place&gt;SouthEast DC&lt;/st1:place&gt; thats filled with cockroaches you dumb fucking spoiled douche flavored cum dumpster... and yeah, I think youre TOTALLY FUCKING IN THE CLOSET MR EYEBROWS WAXED DUDE IM SO DRUNK I GRAB MY FRAT BROTHERS ASSES IN A NOT FUNNY BUT TOTALLY I WANNA GET POUNDED TONIGHT way. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FUCK YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at how excited she gets right at the end there...sexy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113323991792659870?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113323991792659870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113323991792659870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113323991792659870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113323991792659870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hate-for-fakers.html' title='Hate for Fakers'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113107446072797638</id><published>2005-11-03T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:21:00.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Almost-Relatives</title><content type='html'>Sara at UNCW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I freaking HATE my uncle's useless good-for-nothing  girlfriend that really hates you and continuously pretends not to only for the  sake of remaining a fuck buddy. The stupid 30 something looks like she could  easily pass for the 55+ menu and looks like a poodle who's been put through the  freaking dryer. STOP causing drama in our lives and do us a favor and over-dose  THE RIGHT WAY! We don't WANT to find you! You can even leave your kids and  50billion dogs and 500 sexual harrassment lawsuits. The world would be a better  place without you, you disgusting whiny-voiced, drama queen, thinks she has my  body WHORE!!! BLAH I FUCKING HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing says 'Welcome to the family' like blind hatred!  Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113107446072797638?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113107446072797638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113107446072797638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113107446072797638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113107446072797638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hate-for-almost-relatives.html' title='Hate for Almost-Relatives'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113082371353899253</id><published>2005-11-01T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:41:53.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Everything: II</title><content type='html'>Jeff from U of I continues his hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nerds: You're smart and that's what you do.  I get it.  Just stop pretending you're smarter than me.  Because chances are you aren't.  And if you are there are more ways to be smart than academically. (There are more things to life than academics, b/c just like the sportos, there may come a time when you don't know everything and you're not the smartest, not the best anymore. Don't get discouraged when it happens either.) It could be socially, cognitively, emotionally. There are many kinds of intelligence. And just because you have one kind doesn't mean you're set. You still need to gain maturity (a desperate need for most nerds who act like they're 10 yrs old), a sense of reality, ability to interact with others. The world doesn't completely rely on facts and equations, but people and ideas.  Get a clue and stop demeaning others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writing about how you hate nerds on a blog may not be the best idea...just a thought.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113082371353899253?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113082371353899253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113082371353899253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113082371353899253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113082371353899253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/11/hate-for-everything-ii.html' title='Hate for Everything: II'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113077502772900930</id><published>2005-10-31T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:10:27.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Euros</title><content type='html'>Jeff really (and strangely) Hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BELGIANS!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What's up with these people? racist, biggoted, absolutely no culture, their fries are awful (they claim to have invented them) and their music stinks. Why did we give them NATO? How on earth did the EU decide to establish itself in the tiniest of villages called &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brussels&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; (one million inhabitants...)? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So. Odd.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113077502772900930?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113077502772900930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113077502772900930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113077502772900930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113077502772900930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-euros.html' title='Hate for Euros'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113077489821374951</id><published>2005-10-31T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:08:18.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for a Roommate</title><content type='html'>Peter from Mesa State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I really hate my douche bag roommate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My roommate always pops his collar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wears a arm band all through out the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pretends to be a skater, but he can't even ride a skateboard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says, "all sorts, mad faded, so sick, so phat, and he balls" ,after every sentence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He drinks expensive vodka.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would tell me in the morning that he had the worse night ever, because he couldn't get money out of the ATM.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes shopping when he's upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes to the gym does bicep curls and then leaves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He bitches to his parents when they won't buy something for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He claims to have been a drug dealer in high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found out he wasn't.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He whines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He bitches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always wants to hang out with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a wall full of posters of heavy metal bands and different rappers, when he only listens to the Kottonmouth Kings and Lil' Jon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fucking hate you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait until you leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You're a douche bag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once again, I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is being a drug dealer still cool?   I mean, I know it was in high school, but in college?  Someone let me know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113077489821374951?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113077489821374951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113077489821374951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113077489821374951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113077489821374951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-roommate.html' title='Hate for a Roommate'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113021113826001451</id><published>2005-10-24T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:32:18.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Everything</title><content type='html'>Jeff from U of I hates just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate Republicans who think GWB is a conservative.  Guess what he's a neo-conservative.  I also hate Republicans that are solely Republican because they're religious.  Guess what?  You're also RE-tarded b/c democrats can believe in God too.  I don't want to hear this mightier than though attitude about how I'm a racist and I'm intolerant b/c I actually face the facts rather than ignore them.  I don't want your religion to rule my life.  Do you want to go live somewhere where you couldn’t eat beef b/c that was against the religion.  Really, no?  I wouldnt either which is why I want every social conservative to burn in hell (I mean, you believe in it) b/c the world is changing and deal with it.  Would the rules that worked back then work now?  No?  Is that why the constitution is amendable?  Stop ruling others lives.  Note: This isn't to all Republicans (I think most are misguided), but the ignorant ones need to shut the fuck up now.  I'm informed is it so hard for you to be.  (By the way I hated Kerry too so shut the fuck up about that fiasco.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll be hearing a lot...A LOT more from Jeff over the next few days.  In the meantime, notice how he capitalizes 'republican' but not'democrat'...interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113021113826001451?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113021113826001451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113021113826001451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113021113826001451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113021113826001451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-everything.html' title='Hate for Everything'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-113021090888720935</id><published>2005-10-24T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:28:28.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Todd</title><content type='html'>Matt hates Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i hate... todd... your a fat fuck who i've known for 20 years you are useless, your sideburns aren't cool, and you have a chain wallet.... A CHAIN WALLET? why are you wearing this thing i don't think they were ever fashionable, and besides you live in a nice neighborhood where you won't be pickpocketed and don't own a motorcycle why have one? you own cowboy boots and a cowboy hat your 6'3 and 350 i don't think you would ever sit on a horse without cracking its back you greasy sizzled cock... your life is over and your wife is just as ugly and fat as you... i don't know how i ever agreed to be your best man... your life has come full circle so go buy a bullet and rent a gun because being an assistant manager at a convienient store isn't a life worth living... i also hate when you eat because you make sick sick noises when you chew its like your fucking the double quarter pounder and moaning because you think its like going down on your cottage cheese thighed wife... when was the last time we got drunk and i told you that your a fat bastard... 2 years asshole... and you didn't even get drunk at your bachelor party i had to get lappers from the strippers (not that i didn't mind) because your ratfuck wife doesn't believe in strippers you know why? she could never be one... and i don't give a fuck how good at madden 06 you are its a fucking video game it has no bearing on my life... if you want to make me happy leave your heffer of a wife you may have to locate your dick... check her purse for this, come over to my place get drunk and take off your shirt and run down the street yelling at that old bitch that lives down the road like the good old days and never tell me about madden or any other game you play again... eating less would also improve your chances of locating your dick and possibly getting laid by someone other than hippo the oversized circus freak midget, but you being a fat fuck makes me feel better about my own bad looks and makes me look thinner until you meet my demands i will sit on my ass and never call you again you suck and your wife sucked me off 8 years ago on my porch while you were passed out, don't worry you weren't going out then.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, you really do hate Todd, huh?  I can't blame you, however, that's a horrible name.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-113021090888720935?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/113021090888720935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=113021090888720935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113021090888720935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/113021090888720935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-todd.html' title='Hate for Todd'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-112985078321863020</id><published>2005-10-20T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:26:23.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Morons</title><content type='html'>Russ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really hate people that are always wearing too much clothing like winter jackets when its barely fall. Or Pants and sweatshirts and its the middle of summer. You people make me sweat you looking at you. Go die!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be fair, a lot of those people are really fat and don't want to show off their supple curves...like me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-112985078321863020?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/112985078321863020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=112985078321863020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112985078321863020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112985078321863020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-morons.html' title='Hate for Morons'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-112967035602351289</id><published>2005-10-18T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:19:16.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Haters: Brandon S.</title><content type='html'>Darin D. hates Brandon S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;You know, I would  not hate you for having views that differ from a particular party or group;  though, I do hate you for being a complete fucking idiot.  Your analogy of the  differences between religion and evolution were riveting.  So, you do believe in  God, but Noah was a fairy tale?  That is deep man.  No wonder everyone calls you  the "evil left wing terrorist".  Its not because they disagree with your views,  its because you are an uneducated moron who gathers his political views from MTV  News.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;As for the Bush  comments...whatever.  Everyone has an opinion but at least you did not act like  you had information as to why you hate him.  Billy Joe from Green Day said so,  right?  No, thats right, it was because Bush is against gay marriage.  While I  agree that gay marriage will likely not lead to marrying horses, it comes down  to one simple fact.  A man should not fuck another man in the ass.  Why?   Because its fucking nasty.  I could go into the whole pro-creation thing, but I  am sure that is a fairy tale to you also.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;As if the above  were not enough...you have to run head first, swan diving over the line of  complete stupidity and talk about the "sand niggers" that "are being killed left  and right because of our stupid acts of 'anti-terrorism'".  I guess you would  have rather had the genocide (look up the definition) taking place while Saddam  was in office.  That way MTV would not have reported on it and you would have  never known because, lets be honest, Fox, CNN, and MSNBC use words that are too  big for you don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="180320521-10102005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In closing, I must  say that I empathize with you about having views that differ from what a  particular sect believes and support your right for a difference of opinion.   The problem occurs (as I am sure it does in your conversations with women...or  men you are trying to sleep with) when you write/talk too much.  You are then  exposed as the person you are:  Uneducated, low self esteem, and in all  likelihood, probably end up running as a Democrat in an election.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a reminder, this is the Hate List, not the Hate Essay Contest.  Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-112967035602351289?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/112967035602351289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=112967035602351289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112967035602351289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112967035602351289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-haters-brandon-s.html' title='Hate for Haters: Brandon S.'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-112877756088613221</id><published>2005-10-08T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:19:20.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Immigrants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dassin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really hate "the non-english speaker at work".  look buddy, you live in a country where you NEED to learn english. get it  NNNEEEDDDDDDD. Wait, i guess you don't. You have used the word "colodge" to  describe "close", "club" and "curry chicken" you fuckwit. I don't know why your  sorry ass was hired but your dumb groinless self has gotten me into trouble more  times than i can count because I could not understand your babble. Im open to  Immigrants, fuck, I am one, BUT I WENT TO THE TROUBLE OF LEARNING ENGLISH BEFORE  APPLYING FOR A JOB HERE. So next time you say "Bukasmyshuitra" im gonna punch  you in the neck because "YEU TE URESK" "YA TIBEA NI LUBLIU" "JE T'HAIS" "I HATE  YOU"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever happened to all the immigrants from Eastern Europe?  Man, now THOSE were immigrants, not like these drag-asses we have today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-112877756088613221?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/112877756088613221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=112877756088613221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112877756088613221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112877756088613221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-immigrants.html' title='Hate for Immigrants'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-112873071005758799</id><published>2005-10-07T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:18:30.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for the Right</title><content type='html'>Brandon S. from Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fucking hate all the right wingers who think just because i disagree with them on one or two issues I am all of the sudden an evil left wing terrorist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a moderate, I know some of you crazy fuck pot right wingers try to act like those kind of republicans went extinct years ago, but we're still fucking here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just because I want younger generations to fucking learn that evolution is real and not that your fairy tale of noah is the truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I beleive in God, yes I beleive he started the univers, but no I don't think he controls every last fucking thing that has happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also so what if I don't fucking like Bush, just because I think he's an oil rich war loving maniac doesn't mean i'm against our troops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love our troops, the local unit from my home town was activated last year with dozens of people I knew from school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can be against the war but still support our troops, so fuck you again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus I think gays should be allowed to marry, oh my gosh now people are going to get married to horses, FUCKING BULLSHIT, you are the same fucking idiots who said that when interracial marriages were happening and you thought black people were going to literally make the planet explode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fuck all the people who say they support the middle eastern fight but all they do is sit around and call them "sand niggers" you are fucking idiots, if you beleive so greatly in the "good" we are doing in the middle east why do you do nothing but insult it's people and act like their deaths don't matter, those poor people are being killed left and right because of our stupid acts of "anti terrorism".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So there thats some of the main reasons I FUCKING HATE THOSE FUCKING STUPID RIGHT WINGS CRAZY FUCKS WHO THINK JUST BECAUSE I DON'T AGREE WITH THEM ON EVERY LITTLE FUCKING THING THAT I WOULD PERSONALLY LIKE TO SUICIDE BOMB THE LOCAL CHRISTIAN CHURCH.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for all you people at home reading this I would like you to take this time to figure out the direction of Washington D.C. right now, and for the next minute give the Bush Administration and all their crazy ass right wing supporters the one fingered salute, CAUSE I FUCKING HATE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandon, I hate to tell you but preliminary tests have shown that black people may, in fact, make the world explode someday.  Hey, don't shoot the messenger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-112873071005758799?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/112873071005758799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=112873071005758799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112873071005758799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112873071005758799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-right.html' title='Hate for the Right'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-112843350161415324</id><published>2005-10-04T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:45:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for Wierdos</title><content type='html'>Kevin P. of London, England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate people who constantly stare in your eyes during convesation, (unless of course they're beautiful women, which is rare). These low life assclowns give me the most uncomfortable vibe that i feel like i have only three choices to elude the already lame conversation that you are trying to have with me. 1)Do a little reverse psycology and enter a grueling staring contest till he/she becomes unconfortable. 2) Throw out the "i have to piss like a racehorse" line and bolt. And if worst comes to worst 3) Spit on my hand and slap them across the face like the bitch that you are. So Chreepy Chris, or Tera the Toolbox, talk to me like a human, not someone who I feel like is eye-fucking the shit out of me (thanks Wedding Crashers)!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A staring contest is somewhat like the running of the bulls in that nobody really wins or has a good time except the people watching.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-112843350161415324?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/112843350161415324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=112843350161415324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112843350161415324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112843350161415324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-wierdos.html' title='Hate for Wierdos'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15977611.post-112843328796719618</id><published>2005-10-04T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:41:27.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate for the Friend-Zone</title><content type='html'>James at UMBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know what I hate. I hate when you have a friend thats a girl. She wants to hang out with you and make you think that she is interested in you. You go to the fucking mall and she ask's your opinions about cloths, in front of people, like your her gay friend or something. You would do anything for this girl. You think she's everything you could ever ask for. You think its some deep connection that you'll never have again. You tell her your interested and she strings you along with crap about how it couldn't happen right now but she thinks your great. She goes out with a friend of yours, and acts like he's the greatest mother fucker that walked the planet but he's really just some stoner fuck who isn't worth a penny. Talks about him night and day. Completely devoted to the peice of shit. Drags you along with their relationship by treating you as the middle man. You hang in with some hope because you've lied to your self about how great she is and you think your in some crappy love movie where things are gonna work out at the end. Everytime she comes back from college she has some story about all the great people she's meet and all the fun and partys, while your at some crappy community college working like a dog, and living with your parents. You say fuck her finally and then she shows up and acts all into you again and you go back to the way it was before. Calls everyday, wants back rubs, hanging our with her family, and says your the closest guy friend she's ever had. But don't cross that line. You get so stressed out you go out a drink to much wreck your car going 15 miles an hour and get a D.U.I. You have no money for the lawyer and all the fines, Your family thinks your an alcaholic. Might as well me cause your living in hell. Then your depressed and friends and co-workers start to make up rumors about you. God only knows what they say about you to her because they're fucking losers and don't have much else to do with their time. She starts to act all distant from you. Says she' s worried about you and hopes your doing well. Cause your such a fucking loser. Never really took the time to get to know you. Took the greatest guy she'll probablly ever meet and ran him into the ground. Fuck You! Fuck You!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they start complaining to you about their period, then you know you're trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15977611-112843328796719618?l=thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/feeds/112843328796719618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15977611&amp;postID=112843328796719618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112843328796719618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15977611/posts/default/112843328796719618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefamoushatelist.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-for-friend-zone.html' title='Hate for the Friend-Zone'/><author><name>Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690911102562456640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
