Susan and Bloomfield piss me off because they are pissing each other off!
Is this going to become the Behemoth Legendary Everyone Pisses Everyone Off Thread?
Susan and Bloomfield piss me off because they are pissing each other off!
Is this going to become the Behemoth Legendary Everyone Pisses Everyone Off Thread?
<humming. . .>
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I’ve got a little list–I’ve got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed–who never would be missed!
There’s the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs–
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs–
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat–
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that–
And all third persons who on spoiling tete-a-tetes insist–
They’d none of 'em be missed–they’d none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He’s got 'em on the list–he’s got 'em on the list;
And they’ll none of 'em be missed–they’ll none of
'em be missed.
There’s the banjo serenader, and the others of his race,
And the piano-organist–I’ve got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed–they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
And who “doesn’t think she waltzes, but would rather like to
try”;
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist–
I don’t think she’d be missed–I’m sure she’d not he missed!
CHORUS. He’s got her on the list–he’s got her on the list;
And I don’t think she’ll be missed–I’m sure
she’ll not be missed!
And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
The Judicial humorist–I’ve got him on the list!
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life– They’d none of 'em be missed–they’d none of 'em be missed.
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind,
Such as–What d’ye call him–Thing’em-bob, and
likewise–Never-mind,
And 'St–'st–'st–and What’s-his-name, and also You-know-who–
The task of filling up the blanks I’d rather leave to you.
But it really doesn’t matter whom you put upon the list,
For they’d none of 'em be missed–they’d none of 'em be
missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list–you may put 'em on the list;
And they’ll none of 'em be missed–they’ll none of
'em be missed!
– W. S. Gilbert
Bummer 'bout the 'tiel. If anyone brings one to us (we’re frequently brought injured iwld birds and escaped domestics), I’ll know who to ping first.
Tyghress: hurrah for Mr. Gilbert!
Why do I have the strangest feeling that I’m at the top of a few peoples s$$t lists? Oh well i don’t realy give a “poop” if someone doesn’t like me. That fact alone probably pisses a few folks off. “Whaddaya mean you don’t care if someone dislikes/hates/lothes you? Doesn’t that bother you?” Nope not in the slightest. Ever hear the phrase “Don’t sweat the small stuff?” I got more important things to do, than to waste my time pondering over why someone dislikes me
Like… why does my whistle all of the sudden make that hissing noise? It never did that before… And “hey! Who drank the last of My Rolling Rocks?!”
-CY-
A subtle mental torture you can inflict on those who piss you off is to obtain their snailmail address and then send them inappropriate greetings cards signed with a false name. Such as a “Congratulations on the arrival of your baby girl” on their birthday.
Anyone ever got a card like that they couldn’t fathom, it wasn’t me, OK?
keeping lists - a great idea. How to keep track of all those tunes I learned and am now forgetting. So I click excitedly on this helpful post and have to read 24 messages about being pissed off. What a waste of time. Now I’m really pissed off and you are all on my `pisses me off’ list.
Ah well back to making that list of tunes I know/knew/might have known if I could remember.
Yours
Disgruntled
Ah, the nice thing about getting older and forgetfulness is that you are always meeting nice new people, some of them in your own home.
And if there is an altercation, it is so easy to forgive, because you’ve already forgotten what it was about.
Of course, the bad thing is that you have to relearn the Skye Boat Song over and over and over – it just won’t seem to stay in your head.
And……..Hummm
I seem to have forgotten the thread of this post