Those Bastards.

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The people who made the software which catches spyware wrote the program so that it would be just as--if not more--anoying than spyware in that it pops up every day to remind me to pay in order to keep the service.

Those Bastards.

The sales associates who insist on fallowing me around at Express. I just came to LOOK at clothes, not to be fallowed around.

Those Bastards.

People who insist on driving 10 miles below the speed limit knowing there are in fact people who enjoy driving AT LEAST the speed limit, yet despite the honking and anxious swurving take it upon themselve's to calmy sip on their coffee and/or talk on their phone while paying no attention to the speed limit.

Those Bastards.

People from Canada


Those Bastards.

Terrible, terrible actors and the producers who allow them to be on TV.

Those frickin' Bastards.

Like Seinfeld. I hate that guy. I can watch his show without laughing easily. He sucks.

chodder.

That rat-bastard.

My boss, who got sick with some kinda gall bladder ailment, and finds himself chilling at home waiting non-chalantly on some tests, enjoying his full pay and spending his days playing online video games and downloading "images".

The lucky bastard.

My school's superintendant.

Man, I HATE that guy!

The moles in my yard. The dogs keep killing them and leaving them to hit with my lawn mower.


Those RAT BASTARDS!!!


Er, mole bastards would sound better.


THOSE MOLE BASTARDS!!!

At least your dogs kill the moles. We have a new gopher, and with all the cats running around our street, not one can get that dang gopher. Stupid cats.

Those CAT BASTARDS!!!

My cat caught a MOUSE BASTARD the other day. It was absolutely hilarious. He had the mouse strung upside down by it's tail and he trotted around aimlessly with this stiff pusture as if holding dinamyte. The mouse would sometimes struggle, causing my CAT BASTARD to toss him around and pounce on him repeatedly. Eventually the mouse made a major dash for the stairs and jumped through the railing into the lower room, but the cat fallowed exactly one inch behind. After some breaking sounds and a moment or two of complete silence, there came the cat, with the mouse stuffed half way in his mouth--and it wasn't moving at all. I think the cat didn't intend on killing it but he got caught up in the moment. He looked really dissapointed.

CAT AND MOUSE BASTARDS

My strength training teacher never showed up for my make-up lift, never gave me points for doing it without him being there, and gave me a B+ in the class even though I work more than most of the football players (who all have an A, by the way). THAT BASTARD!

That Cat Bastard! Our neighborhood stray has sprayed my front door again! He seems to think that I am his person.

Grab it by the hind legs, swing it around in the air and let go. Try to get it over the roof of your house.

GRANT! I can't hurt the Petie-dink! I did get him with the hose, but not hurt him hurt him.

Never say can't! Perhaps you're just not trying hard enough.

The already rich people who win the lottery!

Frikkin' BASTARDS!!!

Rich Bastards.