Fucking hell, man. I know you've had a pretty bad life due to some of your family members being fucking abusive or money-obsessed assholes (or a lovely combo). This does NOT entitle you to anything and everything you want! You can't constantly blame everyone else when things don't go your way! You WILL have to cut the crap and do something for yourself at some point!

First of all, I see you've let one miserable cunt back into your life. She absolutely hated all of your friends no matter what they did, and you let her treat them like shit. When you finally kicked her out of your life, you just let her right back in! The fuck's wrong with you? Are you hoping for more cyber-fucking (yeah, we ALL know about that) in the games you played together? Are you expecting an actual relationship? Get this into your head: SHE DOESN'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU. End of story!

Second, you got booted out of your house over a massive dispute with a fuckbag relative. The guy can suck a dick, eat shit, and shove that expensive holiday of his up his fucking ass for all I care. Kind of sucks for you, but HOLY SHIT. That place was a fucking disaster that reeked of cat piss, mold, and rotting wood. That aside, at least your friend's family offered to let you live with them until you could find a new place. His mom had simple rules, and you said you were okay with them. Then you started being a dick. You're loud when people are trying to sleep; you do shit you were told NOT to do; if you need help, you don't ask for it until you've fucked something up; a serving of food for you is the equivalent of 3 - 6 servings for everyone else! If someone's offered you a place to stay and food to eat, don't act like a self-obsessed dick. Seriously.

Then there's your job and the housing situation! You know, you might find it easier to get to your job and deal with it if you didn't stay up all fucking night! You claim you're stressed and have trouble sleeping. Well, when you're glued to a fucking game or movie until 3 AM, OF COURSE IT'LL BE HARD TO SLEEP! If you get suspended for showing up late, it's YOUR fault, not the company's! And I can't believe how badly you fucked yourself while looking for a house! When you've got a case manager trying to help you, you DON'T curse them out and scream at them when you didn't understand what they were telling you! And if they set rules, you damned well follow them. Don't understand what's going on? ASK. FOR. HELP. Don't just fuck off and do whatever, because they WILL find out!

All that crying about how the world's out to get you and you can't control ANYTHING in your life is utter fucking horseshit. Pull your head out of fantasy game time land, stop crapping all over people helping you, and grow the fuck up! You'll find the world's a lot nicer if you're not constantly punching it in the face!

I walked into my house earlier and the dog was up on the counter taking a shit! He saw me, jumped down, and ran. I ran after his ass, and almost tripped over him, but I caught him by his tail and beat his ass. Then I had to clean up his shit! It was my sister's fault, that dog-fucking whore. She left the front door open. Fuck that. If I had a goddamned gun right now, I would shoot her AND shoot that dog in its shit smeared asshole.

Motherfucking, cocksucking income tax, I fucking hate you. It wouldn't be a problem if it was the usual, tedious shit, but things have changed due to marriage. Still think that's not a problem? My husband and I live in two different countries, and now we have to jump through a bunch of migraine-inducing hoops from hell.

I can't file my tax return without his net income. However, "net income" seems to mean different things in our countries. Either way, he can't get his net income until he files his return. But, he can't file his return until I get some fuck-ass ID number. I can't get that ID number unless I fill out a form. However, because of the piss-poor instructions, bullshit legalese, and weird conditions, I can't fill out the fucking form! No ID number = no tax returns = FUCKED.

Fuck it all. Mom-in-law said she's going to talk to an accountant or something, because this shit's breaking her brain, too! Income tax is a load of shit. Even a $1000 refund would not be worth all this fucking horseshit!

Came in today and already there's some brown shit spilled all over the goddamn counter. Didn't even take a week. Christ. That didn't piss me off though, what really pissed me off is that nobody even fucking bothered to wipe it up. They spilled shit and just let it dry on. I went and got some wet paper towels and wiped it right up, I swear to god I'm the only one here who fucking gives two shits about the brand-fucking new toys we've been given to play with. This sorry crew of slack-jawed lazy fucks deserves to be stuck in the old place with the piece of shit studios and equipment we had over there for all time. I mean Fuck! How can anyone just not give a shit like that? What do you think is going to happen when the boss finds out about that kind of stuff? We're already pressing our luck with him by having drinks in the studio. Why am I the only one who likes having nice things?

1. No I will not give you a refund if you don't have a receipt. It's not my fucking fault you lost it.

2. No I will not check on the computer that 25% off $99.95 is indeed $74.95. Especially when you ask in such a patronising tone. As much as you think I'm a dumbarse I actually go to uni when I'm not slaving away after fucks like you.

3. What's that? You only have 1/2/3/4 more item(s) over the limit for the changing room? Too fucking bad. People bring half the store in there and leave it all on a pile on the floor like children. That rule is in place to make sure you don't fucking do that.

4. If you're kids do something they really shouldn't (Hide in the display/climb on tables/throw food in the store/THROW STOCK AT THE STAFF/PEE ON THE FLOOR) Expect to fucking hear about it. Don't look so ruffled that you actually have to take care of your own kids.

5. Oh you're baby is screaming because it needs feeding? Well go and fucking feed it instead of continuing to browse like it doesn't sound like it's going to die.

6. Our clock clearly says 5.30. I don't give a fuck if your iphone is 2 minutes slow in comparison, we're fucking closed so fuck off, especially after dealing the fucking rest of this list and more

If you have ever been any of these people, just know that my colleges and I all dream of the day we see you as a fellow customer so we can finally tell you how much of a gigantic dickhead you are.

I'm sorry, but I can't honor a 3 month old coupon. I'm sorry, but I just ran out of free samples. And, I'm sorry, but there are other people here, too. There's nothing I can do about it, yet this makes me stupid and incompetent? You think filing a complaint containing nothing but bullshit is going to make things go your way? Gee, I didn't realize you were from Planet Dickwad. If I'd have known that, I would've told you to go fuck yourself sooner! Sorry about that!

Yes, I know the store has special cards or programs you can buy or sign up for. Those things aren't part of my wages. So, you go ahead and scream and bitch over something I did or didn't do, then cancel whatever you signed up for. I know you think you're delivering a huge blow to my paycheck, but in reality, you're making yourself look like a fucktard. Even if you WERE partly responsible for my paycheck, there are thousands of other customers here. By the way, I shop where you work. Think about that for a bit!

So, you fought in the Vietnam war to make all of North America free? You're also gay? Really? That's amazing. You're absolutely right, then. I should totally be kissing your ass and catering to your every whim, even the fucking impossible ones. It's cool to abuse status, ethnicity, gender, or sexual orientation to try and get what you want. No, I'm not being sarcastic. I love it when people like you lie and act like self-righteous dicks. And I'd hate to see you escorted out of the store.

Apparently, if it wasn't for you, I'd have no job. Nevermind my manager, my co-workers, other customers, and other companies that are involved here. I know if your spoiled bitch ass didn't shop here, I'd be completely screwed. Actually, you're not that important. You're a brainless twat who needs to grow up and grab a fucking attitude adjustment. Oh, wait...I'm sorry, I didn't realize! Let me help you. The pharmacy's down that way. They've got tampons, maxi pads and Tylenol on sale today. I can lend you some of mine, if you want. And I'm sorry, but I really don't care what gender you are!

You have yourselves a nice day. Assholes.

Boy howdy. I knew you were a lazy, ass-kissing, fat fucking piece of human garbage who just sits on his ass jerking off while everyone else covers your work for you, but never before was it as blatant as last night. I mean really, sending everyone home early and forcing me - alone - to cover all of their closing work while you literally sit there and play Snood on your cell phone, stopping to bitch every thirty seconds about how long I'm taking. Well guess what, fuckhead? It's your own damn fault. You sent everyone else home before their job was done just to make me do it, and you're not doing a single goddamn thing to help. You're literally doing FUCKING NOTHING but running up time on the clock just so you can get paid for doing fuck-all under the pretense of being a "supervisor". You would rather do NOTHING than your own damn job, and the more you get to make me suffer (because I don't kiss your ass constantly, I'm betting), the more you get off on it.

Well the fun times are over, my friend. Your ass is officially reported to the general manager of the company. Good luck finding a new job while you're behind payments on thousands of dollars of credit card debt, have a rap sheet full of drug offenses and got fired from your last job in a shit economy for REFUSING TO WORK. Now either die of a heart attack or buy a revolver and brain yourself already.

Why is it, when a game has a ranking system of some sort, people capable of the most childish, shit-brained rage flock to it? You get a number, stars, ELO, badges, or some other meaningless shit next to your name. Yes, MEANINGLESS shit, because it doesn't do a damned thing for you, unless you compete in tournaments for actual money. Yet, people flip the fuck out over this e-peen booster.

So, you have a big number, lots of stars, a high ELO, or whatever is used. I guess that means you are amazing at the game and never make mistakes. Super de fucking duper. It's not a free pass to act like an asshole and spew explosive, rage-infused diarrhea over other people. If you lose a game, the world will still be here. I promise! Raging at people (even your friends? Really?!) is not going to make things better, nor will it net you your oh-so-precious win or rank boost. Some people will intentionally throw a game just to piss you off more! I'll bet that's fun!

You think your game was ruined because you lost? I just had to sit through half an hour of you insulting and basically yelling at everyone over the mic in your loud, whining nerd voice. And since I wasn't one of your fuckwit buddies with a big number by their name, I took the brunt of it. I sincerely hope someone takes an extra large, sticky, corn-loaded shit on you next time your attitude problem strikes. I hope it's in the form of "get the fuck out, your ass is banned, dipshit."

I knew you were pretty mean and had shit people skills, but you're sinking to new fucking lows as the days go on! First, you were fired for your horrible attitude towards your assistants, employees, other companies' employees, and even customers. Why it took over 9 fucking years for this to happen, I don't know. But, whatever. Your psychotic harassment bullshit is over. Or, so I thought!

It seems you're a little stalker bitch! Before you were kicked out, one of your favorite targets quit because she couldn't take your shit anymore. Once you were out, you started asking where she'd applied for work. Then you applied to the same fucking places! Of course, you accepted a job where she was offered one! Too bad for you, bitch, she found out what happened to you AND what you were up to. She's back at her old job, which is now under much friendlier management. You then quit your new job after two weeks, since your "friend" wasn't working there! If that's not creepy stalking, I don't know what is!

So, now you come shopping in the store we work in. Not that you didn't before, but you shop there WAY more than you used to. And now you're writing stuff in the store's comment box about employees you didn't like. Of course, you don't name names, but it's pretty fucking obvious who you're talking about. I DO agree with some of the stuff you've mentioned: no, people should NOT be leaving their stations to go and recline on the furniture displays, nor should they be sitting behind their station during busy times. But fucking hell, the fact that you're going into dickhead customer territory is scary. What next? Bullshit complaints about how we shouldn't leave our stations to get supplies, or have a friendly chat with the manager when she comes by? I bet it's not long before you try to make EVERYONE'S lives hell through that box.

Fuck you. Seriously. Quit acting so retarded and grow the fuck up. You're not doing yourself any favors.

Posting a comment on something is not an invitation to spam me so I'll watch your shitty knockoff version of it. Piss off.