Wednesday, September 02, 2009

PEOPLE WHO TALK ON CELL PHONES AT THE LIBRARY.

I HATE THEM. HOW STUPID AND RUDE AND THOUGHTLESS DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO NOT NOTICE THAT EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS BEING QUIET, AND THEN PICK UP YOUR PHONE WHEN IT RINGS (ON A LOUD, LATIN RINGTONE, OF COURSE) AND THEN YELL LOUDLY INTO YOUR PHONE FOR TEN MINUTES AND NOT THINK THAT THIS WILL BOTHER ANYONE!? IF IT WERE UP TO ME, PEOPLE LIKE THIS WOULD BE SLOWLY TORTURED TO DEATH VIA ELECTRODES PLANTED DEEP INTO THEIR SKIN WHICH WOULD TURN ON AND OFF AT SPORRATIC MOMENTS, CAUSING THEM MASSIVE AMMOUNTS OF PAIN. I HAVE TO PROBLEM WITH CELL PHONES, EVEN DRIVING WHILE ON THE PHONE I DON'T MIND IF ONE CAN DO IT SAFELY (WHICH MOST PEOPLE CAN'T). BUT THIS IS JUST WRONG. THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, MORON! AND NONE OF THEM CARE ABOUT YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND, OR HER CAR, OR YOUR LAST PAINTBALL MATCH, OR YOUR NEW TEACHER, OR YOUR UNCLE'S WEDDING. SO SHUT UP, AND TURN YOUR %^$%# &^%@#(ED RINGER OFF.

THE END.