I hate it when the licorice man sends me back two spaces. I hate it when people say that your music just a bunch of noise, even after you show them their own spleen. I hate it when my handkerchief gets stuck in a strangers pocket, and I try to pull it out but their wallet comes with. I hate it when dolphins steal your girlfriend and gang -blam!- her. I hate it when the mall has security guards follow me around just because I give off a dark aura. I hate it when Taco Bell gives me one less packet of their shitty hot sauce than I ordered, then they don't give me a meal for free because of it. I hate it when [spoiler]people don't click on my spoilers.[/spoiler] I hate it when people photoshop holes into bodies of humans. I hate it when I'm having sex and my partner doesn't hit me hard enough. I hate it when desticles complain about Thorn needing a nerf. I hate it when the pants goblin pays a me a visit. I hate it when I'm typing a comment and I accidentally click cancel, then I'm forced to either give up or type the whole damn thing again. I hate it when people don't know what the fuke is. I hate it when people send me pictures of things I don't necessarily want to see, but my addiction to clicking links gets the better of me.