1: My Pet Peeve

Everyone has a pet peeve. If you don't, you're a dirty liar.

Mine, because this blog is all about me (as it should be always and forever), is those who lack in the art of successfully chewing their food. When I sit down at a table or some other eating surface to chow down, I'd rather not have any sound effects. Really, it's okay, I know how food is chewed, I do it all the time. There's no need to show me.

That sound- oh, that sound. The exact OPPOSITE of what I need to be hearing. Like, really- oh, I didn't realize I just walked into a BARN.

Right.

If you just happen to have been giving the pleasure of eating in my presence, and you chomp away like an overdramatic cartoon character (I'm talkin' to you, Looney Tunes.), I won't hesitate to tell you to shut the hell up and eat your food like a human being. I mean, babies are one thing- they're still learning to put the damn food in their mouths, let alone consume that food. I let them off the hook because often times, kids are cute. But you're a grown adult, and I should not have to put up with you. Go chew obnoxiously with your other cow friends. Bye.

So I'm not sure if this entry was as long as I'd originally intended it to be- and that's when my power went off. Cool. Talking about annoying things, my first real entry in a new blog, and the power goes out on me. "Your draft can't be saved right now." YEAH I GET IT. Anyway, now that I don't remember what I was saying, if I ever feel like adding onto this or any other topic in this blog, you'll see a 'Part 2'.

Back to the original subject... (You can also expect to see a lot of rage faces and Spongebob quotes, hence the URL.)

Conclusion: Barn animals have more table manners than you. Get it together, people.