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Hell, Ryan's brother reads this site and when I met him he was all "who's staniel?"

I HATE CHRISTINA RICCI AND I NEED 2 FIND OTHER PEOPLE THAT HATE HER TO BECAUSE SHES MINGING

I HATE SCOOL COMPUTERS THEY R A LOAD OF SH*T AND I HAV BEEN BANNED FROM LOADS OF COOL SITES!!! WERE NOT EVEN ALLOWED ON EMAIL FOR GODS SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LIKE THIS WEB SITE U CAN GET UR STRESS OUT!!!! F*CKING PR*TTY SH*T SCOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

life is crap- u can't do anything decent! skool is crap and teachers don't let u have any fun! CHRISTINA RICCI IS A SLUT!!!!!

I NEEEEEEEED TO GET MY STRESS OUT

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Probably good advice if you like your cars upside down and bent inside a cardboard box.

Who are all the new girls? They seem a bit odd!

I hate Christina Ricci and also Hazel Dean just at this moment. In about 1991-92, I was living in a sort of basement condo that used to be the maitainance man's apt. before the place went condo. It could be entered from ground level at the back of the building, and there was sort of a blockish incinerator and furnace room when they burned stuff on site; it had a huge tall chimney like a camp crematorium that got hit by lightning all the time. The interior of the incinerator room was sunken, and there were chains suspended all over so they could hoist the furnace out because there was asbestos, and because of the asbestos, there were signs with skulls and bones that said "Keep Out." The guy who owns the condo is a C++ programmer who was never home, so I got free rent to keep the junkies from stealing the computers. The guy is a very good programmer, but when he's frustrated, he writes "Death" "Death" all over everything, the walls, desks, etc.. I had been online trying to transfer some files around midnight, and the modem kept dropping the signal, so I just gave up, and turned on the answering machine. Unfortunately, the person from whom I'd been trying to get some files thought something had happened. He used to be a paramedic, but when they were trying to get a fat lady down the stairs on a stretcher, she fell on him and broke his back, and he's usually overmedicated. He called the cops, and when they saw the incinerator room with chains and "Death" written all over the walls, I could not convince them that there wasn't some sort of sinister D&D plot afoot. OK, that's all of that meme.

The comments are for commenting on the article presented. If you hate something (or, as is more common now than when the site was young, you have an anecdote or something) then you should submit an article. This allows us to reject it if it sucks.

Well, mine sort of had to do with Hate and D&D, and it more blew chunks, rather than sucked.

I don't get why you hate Christina Ricci, though. She's a fine actress, if not always wise in her choice of roles. Buffalo 66 is great, though.

The used car part reminded me of a used car salesman who had a convertible that he couldn't sell; the previous owner smoked cigars, farted a lot, and left the top down in the rain, and you can't begin to imagine the smell. There is a recent drug debate over the new car scent chemical, it is also in a lot of cosmetics and deoderants, and it supposedly isn't good for you. I think that all of the hate for Christina Ricci involves working through the Electra complex, so I thought I'd feed into it; you know, "Who's your daddy, who's your daddy?" Some of my best friends are non sequiturs.

I really liked her in Pecker. I'd also really like my pecker in her.

She was really good in Addams Family Values. I was impressed by her ability to identify with Native Americans. She also helped us to understand why Jews are so sexy just with her eyes.

I think that she should run for "Miss Cameltoe"

I probably haven't had as much contact with crazy people as you folks have... for some reason, all the crazy people in my city seemed to disappear in the late-90s, one by one... I think they were systematically hunted down, tranquilized, and transported to Toronto, where they were then released into their new habitats.
Anyways, one incident I specifically remember was about 5 years ago... I had just moved into a 3-story walk-up apartment building and was coming in the back door one evening, when I was engaged in a brief chat with a woman that I had already determined to be a little odd. She lived in the second floor apartment on one side of the stairwell, so when you came in the back door, her balcony was right there, at about eye level. It seemed like no matter what time of day or night that you came or went through that back door, this woman would be sitting silently on her balcony, just watching people and cars go by on the street (the main bar strip in town was the next street over). I'd been living there only about 3 or 4 weeks, so when she struck up a conversation with me as I was coming in the back door one evening, I willingly stopped to chat with one of my new neighbors. She seemed nice enough at first... then came this exchange:
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Do you know Simon?"
"Uhhh... no, I don't think so... I just moved in a couple weeks ago, so..." I trailed off.
"Oh." She looked back out at the street. There was a strange, uncomfortable pause for a few seconds. Then she leaned toward me in her chair and lowered her voice slightly... as if "Someone" might hear. A strange look came across her face. "Can I ask you another question?"
"Umm... sure," I said, suddenly knowing that SOMETHING weird was coming, but unsure what it might be.
She asked simply, "Is Simon bad?"
"Uhh... I really don't know," I said. "I just moved in a couple weeks ago."
She nodded knowingly and leaned back in her chair. "Oh. Okay," was all she said, but the unspoken "I see Simon got to you, too" came across clear as day. She turned her attention back to watching the street, as if dismissing me, which I guess she was. I didn't hesitate to take the opportunity to disappear inside.
I never spoke to her again, but about a month or so later, I noticed that she had moved out... a man named Simon now lived in her apartment. I've never been quite sure what to make of that.

The Yig comic from the olden days of 2000AD, although in one sense seeming like only yesterday, reminds me of quiter, simpler times when all we had to worry about was the Serpent, the Goat, and the Nameless Thing.

Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey all closed their state-funded mental homes around the same time in the late '70s and early '80s. This accounts for sundry Ugly Duckling types of my brief acquaintance back home; they couldn't afford private care after their eviction and the federally-funded group homes seem to go only to Downies, so the nuts became the homeless in the nearby large cities.

The Trentonian, New Jersey's answer to the New York Post, covered the burning of a nuthouse in Trenton with the headline "Roasted Nuts".

All the crazy people and retards in Kansas City are kept off the streets for the most part by the cheap rent in my apartment building, where they swarm in the lobby to talk loudly to the invalid elderly who also gather there. The maintenance man hates them for their pants-shitting, which requires the cleaning of the thickly upholstered chairs fairly often.

I'm still trying to figure what word 'pr*tty' in the double-n Anna's post is supposed to be. For the life of me, I can only think of 'pretty', which hardly seems like a shocking vulgarity.

Christina Ricci is the coolest. Could anyone else have pulled off Opposite of Sex and Casper? Doubtful.

Best comment EVER.

Must be brain damage, but time keeps warping on me; 2000 sort of seems like a long time ago. Not much closer than ten years ago. I don't think that it has anything to do with singularity. There are supposedly about 17,000 homeless in the metro Washington, DC, Maryland
and Virginia 'burbs, but I think that it's more. In this here county, the numbers have risen over the last year despite efforts to do something. One thing different is that poor people can't just go build a cabin and start scratching a corn patch now. I met one preacher who brought his family here from Minnesota, and there are a lot of Bible-thumpers down from Pennsylvania; it's not that they don't have or need religion where they were, so they didn't come here out of any moral compulsion other than this is the second most wealthy county in America, and it would be #1 except for the approximately 30% of the people who are mostly from Central America and have been nice enough to come here to flip burgers and mow our lawns for us. There's one Downs kid who bags groceries at the store, he's an authority on the best kinds of cheap pizza around, even if his eyes don't always go in the same direction. He's eternally opptimistic about going on vacation next week, every week it's next week. He liked MiBII, he's a bit of a cinema critic.

Oh, do they have any bum-humping groupies in Kansas City?

i hate it when i go to take a dump and my nads hit the water.....

hit the flush handle!

my dad has a big hard on for ms ricci even though she is younger than I am by a year or so which makes it really pervy also I would like to know why she is minging and when so i could get a good look at it.

... But their keyboards really need a good seeing to.

The secret to attracting wierdo's is to not be entirely normal yourself, but not wierd enough to freak the wierdo's out.

The logic goes like this,

I am a wierdo, I need to chose a seat on this bus, I know I shall sit next to that person who refuses to accept the fascist fashion policy of this capitalist state and through the medium of clothing and hair is bringing style back to the proleriat and make friends.

The secret to stopping them from sitting next to you on the bus is to get someone to sit there first. Apart from always traveling in pairs, I have no idea how to achieve this.

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My brother also goes to CCN everyday and really really really likes it.

"Pratty", probably. I don't think youse have prats over there. I think you call them slapheads or something. Still not especially rude though. Perhaps she mistook it for "twatty". Also, speaking of rude; Mr/Mrs X, Schlap in a name there.

One sure way to attract weirdos is to carry a 30 kilo sack of fermented groats; the resulting pheromones are an effective means of drawing flocks of weirdos, ravens, and grog house habitués.

"Pratty," I think, though I had no idea it was commonly censored, especially in the land where eight year olds call each other twats.

Ryan, I wasn't saying he isn't a dipshit. I'm still annoyed, though.

Okay, enough about "pratty." Would someone now please explain "minging"?

Tips on pronunciation would be helpful, too.

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Thank you for the e-mail, but no IE 6.0 patch was attached; thus I am afraid I will not be able to fulfill your wish in enjoying it. ;)

I didn't know ccn was still out there.

Jonas, it's thingsihate's server. NAV says I'm clean.

CCN is, in fact, back in action. Who would have thought?

Jesus hate faggots . . .

Considering how much priests like alter boys! Who'da thunk?

Read topic above. Also, still way cooler than you, Ryan.