I did it again...Sorry, Bluedragon212 I couldn't help it...It helps me become "pure"...Oh well, If you no likey you no read.

I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I'm tired of going into fast food restaurants and seeing little fat-kins approved menus! Go fuck yourself with a fucking loaf of bread! Stop shoving this fat-kins thing in my face! When I go get fast food, I know its bad for me, but I don't care, I like it, and I'm gonna eat it, I don't wanna have to see signs, reminding me of, how bad of a diet I'm on.

"You're not eating right, so we're gonna have to put fat-kins approved menus on there for people who want to eat an alternative healthy lifestyle."

You wanna eat an alternative healthy lifestyle? Grow some vegetables in your backyard, pick em, and eat em, and make your own damn salad! Stop cluttering up my fat filled menu, with your stupid low carb crap! Okay?

For all the dieting you people do, for all the makeovers and all that other crap that you people do to make yourselves all attractive…You're all gonna grow old, you're all gonna get wrinkles…And you will all, eventually die, so yeah, the super size fries aren't good for you, but neither are the fucking pesticides in your salad alright. So, basically we're all choosing how we're gonna die, let me kill myself in peace, okay? You fucking controlling bastards!

These are the same type of people who spew out a fact sheet of everything that's gonna go wrong with your body because you had to have the large fries. You know what? Next time someone tells you the health ramifications of the food you're eating, why don't you tell them about the health ramifications of you stabbing them in the throat? Maybe that'll shut em up, and you can enjoy your meal.

And…shifting gears for a second…why is it that every time I'm watching a commercial for a movie; some fucking critic has to call it, "riveting"? "The film is riveting!" What the fuck does that mean? Riveting? I don't want riveting! Everything is riveting to these fucking critics! And I don't give two shits if fucking…that fat bastard and that other guy, sticks his thumb up into the air! No one gives a shit if some dumb fat guy with glasses "approves, or disapproves, of a movie. Well, I thought the cinematography was quite interesting and"…Shut the fuck up!

Shut up, put your thumb down, and stop eating the popcorn! Let me watch the film first, before my head gets filled with this nonsensical critiquing from some body who just sat around his whole life, and watched movies in his house!

Just because you've seen everything, doesn't mean you understand it. Shut…up!

This guy sticks his fucking thumb in the air like he's fucking Caesar like his review means anything, to anybody, and God forbid if I come across somebody that says "well you know, they gave it two thumbs up" well you know what, here's one finger up! Okay? I'm not going to see this movie with you! You fucking bastard! Cause then, you know, you go to see the movie with this fucker, and they come out, "huh, that thumb guy was right, the cinematography wasn't so great."

Yeah, okay, then you gotta kill him with a bucket of popcorn, and you know want ensues after that…police, broomsticks, it's a whole ordeal, and you don't need that!

I'm going to the movies by myself…leave me alone!

And if there's fat-kins approved popcorn at the snack bar…I'm killing everyone!

But you know what pisses me off? You know, when you're having a conversation with someone, and for some reason, you get on a particular topic. In this case, let's say... the topic is... nuts. Don't you hate how the other person usually has to make some dumbass sexual comment creating some kind of lame-ass pun based on your legitimate topic of conversation? Let's say you say something like "I'm not sure I like those nuts, they leave a weird taste in my mouth." Then the other person, in usual dumb ass fashion, just has to say something like "Uhh, you don't like the nuts in your mouth? Hehehe." And then he or she giggles like an idiot for a half hour because they think they made a clever joke out of your topic of conversation. These people need to be killed! I'm sick and tired of people warping simple topics into something perverted. And God forbid if you're a woman who gets caught up in some kind of twisted wordplay like this. Before you know it, everyone at school or work is getting on your back because you made a comment about a large ball. It's unnecessary, it's stupid, and it just shows that you're thinking with your sexual organs rather than your brain. This being the case, someone should glue your mouth to your butt, so they may illustrate the fact that you truly, indeed, suck ass.

Next topic; drunk people! You know, the type of asshole who always has to get shitfaced on the weekend and go staggering around, patting you on the back like you're his best friend, when all you really want him to do is get in his car and drive home recklessly. I'm sick and tired of some incoherent asshole who smells like a case of malt liquor all of a sudden talking about the philosophy of life while trying to pick up some woman at a bar. Nice. And what's worse, those fucking dolts who go around and actually tell you how fucked up they got the night before; like they deserve some type of award for falling face first into a patch of tomatoes in your backyard at four AM in the morning. And don't forget, (in mocking voice) "friends don't let friends drive drunk." Screw that! As far as I'm concerned, give 'em the keys rev up the engine, and let 'em go sailing home with a bottle of taquila in their lap. One of three things will happen. 1: The cops will pull them over and end up having to beat the shit out of them, just because this fucker is in a drunken rage and refuses to turn off Neil Diamond's "They're Coming to America". Number 2: They'll wrap themselves around a telephone pole and either be killed or paralyzed. Cruel, you say? Well, so is inflicting your drunken stupidity on the rest of the world, so be ready to pay the consequences. Asshole. Scenario number 3, my least favorite: They make it home okay and pass out on the lawn with their motor running, while the radio is blasting some dumbass metal song from the mid-80's that no one wants to hear anymore. But at least it gives 'em a chance to try again next week.

So if you're a drunken moron or an idiot who has to manipulate legitimate conversations to get a cheap thrill for your libido, please feel free to get together with one another on the weekends, drive around drunk, make all the twisted sexual comments you like. And I'll just watch from the local diner window as they scrape your body off the pavement with a fucking spatula. Get out of our fucking lives, your moronic assholes. Your existence is useless, and you're dragging down the collective intelligence of humanity. (mocking voice) Don't like what I have to say? (/mocking voice) Here's the keys and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I'll see you tomorrow. But hopefully not.

Sorry for the rant, I hope to get another chappie of I won't Cross These Streetsby Saturday or sunday. Love, Lauren