Why the fucking fuckity fuck do people insist on saying, 'I'm sorry, I can see you're eating your lunch, but........' followed by some stupid fucking question like 'how do you get paper out of the photocopier?' Inevitably you end up showing them, the paper gets even more stuck, by the time you get it out your lunch break is over, and all the time they're saying 'I'm really sorry to bother you'.

Yea? you're sorry? then go fucking learn how to use photocopiers. How did you get a fucking job in the first place?

i hate pretty much anyone who talks to me

I don't - I've calmed down now.

Until next time... grr

I was just being sarcastic. I only hate people who talk to me in foreign languages. If you want to talk to me, you fuckin' learn how to talk PROPERLY. Last time I checked, German was far from proper.

haha!

German sounds so angry too, it always sounds like they are telling you off, even when they're not.

I know! The song "Die Eier Von Satan" by Tool is the only evidence of that you'll ever need. I laughed my ass off when I read the translated lyrics.

Well, I'll assume you've heard it, since you post here, but if not, I can elaborate.

Please elaborate, I'm intrigued. I haven't heard it either, I'm not a fan

Yeah I hate it when people cant figure stuff out and then annoy you to death about it. Not something you`d ever do, right?

You know what I hate? People who don't explain things clearly :p

It's a dude speaking in German. It's very dramatic, like he's giving an impassioned speech to a crowd of rabid supporters (VERY Hitler-esque). There's creepy music in the background and chanting people and cheering people, etc. You'd think he was speaking about something pretty insidious. However, when you translate what he's saying, it reads:

Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoon salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs

Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough

Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"

Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs.

LMAO! That's priceless!

Reminds me of a friend of mine. He was watching pro-wrestling with a guy he knew, Samoan, and there were a couple of Samoan wrestlers on doing an interview. Well, their manager was doing the interview, because they "didn't speak English." So they're in the background yelling and screaming and slapping each other in the chest. The guy my friend was watching with starts laughing. He asks what's so funny. Apparently, they were screaming at each other about where they were going to eat lunch at after filming the interview.


As far as dumbasses at work, my favorite is when someone gets hired to be your boss, and you spend most of your time explaining to them how to do their job. That's the definition of irony.

Oh I know how that feels! It's worse when you know how much they are getting paid for you to train them!!

Ok, I just heard the Tool song (antihero) posted. Essential listening as an illustration to this thread! LMAO

You have to listen to disgustipated off of Tool's Undertow, that song takes creepy to a new level . . . The first half of disgustipated ends and all that can be heard is Crickets chirping in the background for a long time then just below the audiable level a man's voice recites this narration in an eerie monotone:

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.

Back on the thread topic:
My biggest frustration while trying to communicate with someone was when I was trying to do a little blacksmithing on the end of a pipe that I was making into a pot hanger. I had one of my best friends holding the cool end of the pipe and I was trying to tell him how to hold the hot end over the striking surface. I gave up when I told him to set it flat and he set it on the ground . . . He's not a stupid person . . .

Because most people are stupid and they say stupid things.