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I hate this guy in my philosophy class.  He always sits in front of me.   Well, he actually doesn't always sit near me, and I suppose I could move if I wanted to.  But then I wouldn't have anything to complain about, now would I?  Anyways, this guy has bedhead no matter what time the lecture is at, and I think he is harbouring a family of squirrels in that forest of grease that he calls hair.  And he smells like mustard.  Not the smell of mustard that brings back memories of going to the ball park with dad if you had such a pathetically idyllic childhood.  This guy smells like some sort of indescribable demon mustard, like French's saturated with the taint of the dark one.  He really smells bad!  But enough of that.   He actually has the nerve to ask questions in class.  And no, we are not talking about valid questions that the prof is happy to answer, we are talking about Stupid Questions.  What's that you say?  There are no stupid questions?  Fuck off.  You aren't there, so don't pass judgement.   He corrects the profs spelling when he writes things on the board, and always hogs his time at the end of class.  And do you know what else he does?  (yes there is more)  He picks his nose, and I swear to God he pulls out a piece of his brain everytime.  Maybe he gets frustrated with his life and tries to lobotomize himself.  I don't know.  To top it all off, he's a computer science major, and takes every oppertunity he can to tell anyone that will listen.  People stereo type guys like this as representitive of our department, and it makes the rest of us look bad.  I'm sure he's a really nice guy if you get to know him (maybe), but I'm in a shitty mood and feeling like making fun of someone.                                           Chris

Maybe your scabby babe and my nose-picking computer geek should get togther.  They could probably procreate and further damage this sorry - ass planet's pathetic excuse for a gene pool.                                                 Chris

YOU THINK THAT'S BAD! When I was in college (ok, so 10 years later, and i still am) there was this lady that sat in the FRONT row, and she had this long black hair, and right in the middle of the back of her head, actually, sortof on the top of the back of her head was a huge bump sticking out.  It stuck up about an inch and a half.  It was like a ping-pong ball under her skin.  I don't know what it was, probably some weird tumor or something.  But as if that wasn't bad enough, she used to sit in the front row EVERY DAY, and play with the thing during the entire lecture!  She'd pick at it, and if you sat close enough (I always headed for the back) you could see it was full of scabs from her picking at it. It was disgusting. Then, in the SAME CLASS, Biochemistry, there was some honor student, some childhood prodigy or something, straight A's and claimed to have written songs for Barbara Streisand.  Whatever.  Well, we all had the lab together, and once we were sitting around waiting for stuff to incubate.  So I went over to the computer and started entering numbers, and I'm tapping away, wham wham wham, and my finger goes down, and the keys don't move.  SO I look down, and someone had put a razor blade, blade side up, between the keys.  So my fingers had gone down right on the blade.  And I'm thinking ohmygod, someone like, PUT this razor here, it couldn't have fallen like that. And I'm thinking this is really creepy, and I take the razor out and look up and Mr. Honor Society himself is on the other side of the room, giving me this creepy grin. And he says, You didn't get hurt, did you? How are you supposed to concentrate on biochemistry in a class like that. No wonder I barely passed. Just get me out of there.

When I was in sixth form, there was this witless, lanky bastard who thought he was funny.  I didn't know him at all, but I jus t couldn't stand the sight of him.  He looked and acted like a complete idiot and he irritated the hell out of me. Now here at Uni, I bump into people I hate every day, most notably students with mobile phones.  I means, STUDENTS... MOBILE PHONES!?  Don't get me wrong, I don't envy them in any way, it's just the way they show off.   Putting the things on full volume in lectures, and whenever they go off, and everybody stares at them, they pick up the phone, point at it with a really fake shy half-smile as if to say Sorry, it's just my mobile phone going off , but which really says Look what I've got nya nya nya!! .   I also hate people with bad breath.  You don't eant them to talk to you as it practically gasses you out, and the smell is repulsive.  Being in terminal rooms with people with bad breath is a even worse!! Worse than that though, is being in a terminal room with a sickly sweet couple all over each other.  You can hear them kissing from the other side of the room and they make such a damn show of it, it's unvbelievable!!  Shit, I hate everything!! Smutty.