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Pet Peeves

It's a new day and were still playing "truth or truth", because dares are kind of stupid in a blog.

It's Mandy's turn.

Question #6: What are your top three pet peeves?

Mandy:
  1. Southern Accents -- the dialectical equivalent of nails on a chalk board
  2. Internet shorthand -- You is spelled Y-O-U not "u". ur, l8r, and any1 aren't words either. This is particularly annoying in e-mail. And don't say roflmao unless you're actually doing that!
  3. People who fill in the gaps in their life with their cell phone -- Just because you can walk through the mall, drink coffee, get your nails done, and talk on your Bluetooth headset doesn't mean you have to call me. I'm not interested in the play-by-play of your life! Can you hear me now?
I couldn't resist adding my own...

SunFyre:
  1. People who assume that because you're Republican you're automatically a radical pro-lifer, fundamentalist Christian, NRA gun toting, anti-environment capitalist. I'm only a couple of these things!
  2. Mothers who smack their kid on the head for staring at me. I'm interesting. Everyone should stare. Mothers should get smacked in the head occasionally.
  3. Creationists -- Just because you choose creation over evolution doesn't mean that all science is complete bunk. Yes, global warming is real.
  4. Smokers, fat people, and alcoholics who complain about the price of health insurance.
Sorry, I can never stop at three...

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