Antisocial behavior

[SpaceToast]

You know that car with the alarm that always goes off in the middle of the night? I have this recurring fantasy of prybarring the hood of that car open, ripping out the battery and just leaving it there on the sidewalk beside the car. Maybe I'm just frigging nuts.

Really, what Tyler-Durden-esque mayhem would you wreak if you could? Go nuts-

-M@

 

[badasschick]

I'd spit at anyone who gave me the stink eye when I have the attention in a room.

 

[Private Vasquez]

what if it's just a semi-stink eye?

 

[badasschick]

what if it's just a semi-stink eye?

I'd just let the cottonmouth spittle land on their shirt.

 

[Private Vasquez]

word....and they deserve it

 

[badasschick]

And its not like the stink eye makes them anymore attractive.

 

[Sillyman]

I would go around to shopping centers and stores of all sorts, and shoot out every single camera, speaker, and TV monitor I saw. It creeps me out the American public must spend all it's time constantly listening to crappy music and commercials when they are already in the fucking store buying shit. When the fuckers have the nerve to include a television, then I just want to tear the thing down and beat it with a baseball bat. I'm buying your crap, stop whining at me

 

[SpaceToast]

And its not like the stink eye makes them anymore attractive.

Okay, what is the freekin' stink eye? I'd love to join in your anarchic bliss at the thought, but, I dunno... am I at the wrong end of the country for this expression? Confusedly-

-M@

 

[Laurel]

WHORES




that's all.

 

[Private Vasquez]

*gasp* such offensive language...

 

[badasschick]

Okay, what is the freekin' stink eye? I'd love to join in your anarchic bliss at the thought, but, I dunno... am I at the wrong end of the country for this expression? Confusedly-

-M@

it's just one of those dirty looks.

 

[Private Vasquez]

does that happen often?

 

[badasschick]

its happened more often than the pink eye.

 

[Private Vasquez]

you can get drops for pink eye...I don't think they make stink eye drops.

 

[badasschick]

Perhaps a drop-kick.

 

[Private Vasquez]

that's called black eye

 

[naudiz]

I would invest in a rocket launcher and fix my little 'leaf blower' problem in a blaze of glorious mayhem and destruction.

It's called a rake. Get some exercise, you lazy fuck.

That is all.

 

[SpaceToast]

it's just one of those dirty looks.

Ooooookay. That's a fetish we all have. I'm more the hands-on type, in my head; I just imagine punching the person repeatedly in the neck. It works elsewhere, too:

Can I change this for quarters? "Are you a member of this bank?" No. "I'm sorry, we only give quarters out to members of the bank." My bank's out of state. "Well, we offer many nice financial plans..." I tried two years ago to switch banks, and I couldn't prove that I was myself under Mass. state law. "I'm sorry, sir-" *beating neck*

And, no, I've never punched anyone in my life-

-M@

 

[Wiggles]

I would tell off those snottie little bitches at American Eagle, Abercrombie and Fitch, and the Gap. Oh, and those snooty older folks over at Sears and Lazarus would get a little piece of my mind too.



No punching or kicking for me, I prefer my stomach and face this natural color, thank you.

 

[Sillyman]

I used to want to kill anyone with a cell phone. Now I can't, since my best friend got one, and I can finally reach the deliquent once and a while. Now the only ones I want to kill are the people who make me think they are talking to me, when they are just gabbing to some fucker. I hear, "Hey, howya doin'?" in some friendly voice and I get all excited thinking it might be someone I know, and it turns out some cocksucker is calling his third grade math teacher to find out what the best deal on canned soup is because he can't stand the thought of actually thinking about my presence.

 

[IA951]

My neighborhood used to be a nice quiet place where people minded their own fucking business, now that all this fucking trash is moving in...fucking falling apart.

I have these fucking assholes down the street that drive past my house blaring that fucking rap music, you know the kind with the thumping bass you can feel 100 feet away? that makes the fucking windows rattle?
AT ALL FUCKING HOURS.
I would like to wire some fucking plastic explosive to the ignition of these cars.
Those little motherfuckers would never knew what hit 'em.
And once again peace would descend over the neighborhood.