I agree with Shaman.
I also hate people who don't use their, they're and there properly; and when they don't use it's and its properly as well. I didn't always feel this way, but I think it's because when I was a child I had to learn my spelling and my grammar and maintain at least a B average in English or I would get my ass handed to me by my parents. My brothers and I also had to learn how to keep our elbows off the table, hold a fork properly, chew with our mouths closed and not talk with food in our mouths or suffer the same beatings. Maybe I'm just jealous that I was actually raised by parents who gave a #$@$ how I turned out while obviously there are many people out there who didn't get enough beatings!!! My other pet peeve is parents who do not raise their children properly. When I went to the mall as a child, if I yelled or screamed I got the old duct tape across the mouth. If I ran around I got tied to the stoller. If I cursed I got a mouth full of soap and when I learned to bite the soap to keep it away from my tongue, my mother switched to the liquid soap. One pump for saying the 'S' word, two pumps for saying the 'F' word, three hundred and three pumps for saying GODDAMMIT THIS F@#$ING SOAP TASTES LIKE S@#T YOU C#%K S@#$ING B@$#H. And there was no wasting food in my house, no sir. We had to eat everything on our plate whether we liked it or not. If we didn't, we not only had to skip desert, we had to eat it for breakfast the next morning. And this was before we had a microwave oven, mind you. There's nothing like a bowl of ice cold peas for breakfast, or room temperature quiche. I wasn't allowed to go out with my friends until I had completed all my homework and did all my chores. By the time I finished mowing the lawn, shovelling the snow, loading the dishwasher, returning my dad's 50 empty beer cans to get money to pay for the laundry, folding the laundry, mending the socks, ironing the clothes, picking the seeds out of my mother's pot and cleaning my grandmother's teeth it was too late to go out. On Christmas morning I got a lump of coal in my stocking. Actually I think my only real pet peeve is my parents. Those b@$#tards!

oh yeah, one more pet peeve: Lesbian ex-first ladies who move to my state to run for senator because they are to liberal to get elected anywhere else and who do nothing at all for my state because they are too busy helping out all the other states so they can get elected president.

GUILIANI '08

Oh! PEEVES!

Never mind...

Too funny, M.A.! I can relate on many levels. Fortunately, my dad kicked before the beatings got worse and my mom was a soft touch. Happy you got all that off your chest!

Two things: Today, 6:45 am, some asshat on I-95 doing 40 with the top down playing with an IPod, left lane even! Someone probably shot him eventually.
Second: Emeril, he's actually the spawn of Satan!

Peeves, or Jeeves? I dont axe eeevr one

Ho Da Fez

How in the name of all that's holy could I have forgotten Emeril on my list? I can't STAND that guy or his show(s).

Debbie Travis

Fingerprints on cheese......

LOL @ Queen! (But in a good way!)

I KNOW!

Don't forget to add ..... People who let thier kids SCREAM while they blissfully ignore them. Or the kids whining MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? getting louder while mom apparently hears nothing. I want to scream "ANSWER YOUR KID!!!!! or at least tell him to STFU!!!"
(I am a loving, nurturing mom.. I would NEVER subject others to that!)

Looks like that soap thing really reduced your use of profanity.