What really pisses me off is my European History Professor, who doesn't know what the **** she is talking about. How can you be a European History Professor and not to be able to identify the countries in the balkans? Why does she think Turkey is located in the Balkans? Granted she's about 26, but she has no ****ing clue what the hell she's talking about.
I hate when I'm on the freeway and car in front of me is in the fast lane but is going a couple of clicks slower than the limit. I try to go around him on the slow lane and dude tries to speed up so I don't pass.
When dropping a deuce, and you strain and push almost as if having a baby. Finally you hear the *plop* and swear you just eradicated the largest turd in the history of turd-dom, only to turn around and see a booboo about the size of a marble.
When I get a stain on my new sneaks, and stain on the white tee sucks too. Happens all the time when I be eating breakfast in the car on the way to school.
I hate that my waves never come in all the way.
I hate that the dudes I hoop with, always wanna hang out right afterwards but they just throw some fresh clothes on over what they just hooped in then be talking bout "let's go to Burger King then catch the 7:30 at the movies" or somewhere to chase some girls. ****** don't go home and take a shower first or nothing, so I usually end up not going or telling them I'm going to catch up later because you ain't pullin' no chics smelling like fullcourt basketball