Man Voice @ MindSay

first off, lets get the average person.
his insult is strait up.
and they vary.
a normal, "I dont like him."
to a "FUCK YOU"

you know, honestly, I dont have a problem with this man, he is using natural instincts to get out what he thinks.
he is usually the most simple minded man. not in the bad way. he just knows what is, and isnt, what can, and cannot.

now lets go to a frustrating thinks-he's-smart type.
sarcasm.
I'm sure you people have figured this one out.
the..

"OH! arent WE so BIG! LOOK AT US! arent WE SMART!"
in a loud mocking voice.
the people that use whom, in the wrong way, and the type that says "literally" every other word.
a raging narcissist, or just plain asshole.
the person that thinks they are smart, because they read the wiki page.
the person who signals quotation marks with there hands.


I really dont like these people.
REALLY, dont like them. mostly because they're everywhere.
if you're gonna be a person. dont be this one.




okay, next.
pacifist peta person.
PPP, if you will.

the "save the animals"
and "everything is alright"
smoking weed, neo hippy mother fuckers.
I dont mind these people one bit. but they are usually a branch from what I said up their. the narcissitic, thinks-he's-so smart person.




the fakedd person.
the FAKE ADD person.

the person who is like, "donald rumsfeld is jesus, blue bunnies will take over the world" people.
the people who WATCH ANIME.
and act like they are serisously ADD.
I didnt have a problem making fun of MY disorder, but when people start faking having it to act stupid. thats an insult to me.
they dont really insult...
but, I think they are worth mentioning, because they really bother me.





alright, the most obvious person.
the model jerk.
the model asshole, that we all know and love.
the person that breaks in front of your car. the one who would steal candy from babies, and all that shit.
the person who would get up in your face if you said something to him, and would most likely say something horribly obscene, racist, or anything like that.
the kind of person, that would use beast, as a verb. if you're going for a new age asshole.















to be honest, the narcissitic, sarcastic one bothers me the most. more than the newage asshole. because assholes actually get me angry upfront. its only a sarcastic non-thinking intellectual, who creeps up your skin.. so bad, that you eventually want to kill them with the closest pointy thing to you...
they can be fine. GREAT! to begin with. but its when you really to know them.. and you have that first.. that first little argument. or hint at an argument, that you just want to kill them.
you want to HURT THEM. because they wont present their point of view........ AT FIRST! oh no! they first make fun of yours... so much, SO DAMN Much. so you feel like a complete dumbfuck. or something... and then you hear theirs.. then you cant say anything. because they have that snobby uperhand, that alows them to say whatever they want. because they have you cornered on your stool of not-wikipedia-worshiping bliss.










well, I guess what i'm trying to say is.
FUCK YOU ALL.
I hate you.

(Sketch opens with a pan across Bolton. Voice of reporter.)

Voice Over: This is a frightened city. Over these houses, over these streets hangs a pall of fear. Fear of a new kind of violence which is terrorizing the city. Yes, gangs of old ladies attacking defenceless fit young men.

(Film of old ladies beating up two young men; then several grannies walking aggressively along street, pushing passers-by aside.)

First Young Man: Well they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement, like. There's usually four or five of them.

Second Young Man: Yeah, this used to be a nice neighbourhood before the old ladies started moving in. Nowadays some of us daren't even go down to the shops. '

Third Young Man: Well Mr Johnson's son Kevin, he don't go out any more. He comes back from wrestling and locks himself in his room.

(Film of grannies harassing an attractive girl.)

Voice Over: What are they in it for, these old hoodlums, these layabouts in lace?

First Granny: (voice over) Well it's something to do isn't it?

Second Granny: (voice over) It's good fun.

Third Granny: (voice over) It's like you know, well, innit, eh?

Voice Over: Favourite targets for the old ladies are telephone kiosks.

(Film of grannies carrying off a telephone kiosk; then painting slogans on a wall.)

Policeman: (coming up to them) Well come on, come on, off with you. Clear out, come on get out of it. (they clear off, he turns to camera) We have a lot of trouble with these oldies. Pension day's the worst - they go mad. As soon as they get their hands on their money they blow it all on milk, bread, tea, tin of meat for the cat.

(Cut to cinema.)

Cinema Manager: Yes, well of course they come here for the two o'clock matinee, all the old bags out in there, especially if it's something like 'The Sound of Music'. We get seats ripped up, hearing aids broken, all that sort of thing.

(A policeman hustles two grannies out of the cinema. Cut to reporter walking along street.)

Reporter: The whole problem of these senile delinquents lies in their complete rejection of the values of contemporary society. They've seen their children grow up and become accountants, stockbrokers and even sociologists, and they begin to wonder if it is all really...(disappears downwards rapidly) arggh!

( Shot of two grannies replacing manhole cover. Cut to young couple.)

Fourth Young Man: Oh well we sometimes feel we're to blame in some way for what our gran's become. I mean she used to be happy here until she, she started on the crochet.

Reporter: (off-screen) Crochet?

Fourth Young Man: Yeah. Now she can't do without it. Twenty balls of wool a day, sometimes. If she can't get the wool she gets violent. What can we do about it?

(Film of grannies on motorbikes roaring down streets and through a shop. One has 'Hell's Grannies' on her jacket.)

Voice Over: But this is not just an old ladies' town. There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers.

(Film of five men in baby outfits carrying off a young man from outside a shop. Cut to distraught wife.)

Wife: I just left my husband out here while I went in to do some shopping and I came back and he was gone. He was only forty-seven.

Voice Over: And on the road too, vicious gangs of keep left signs.

(Film: two keep-left signs attack a vicar.)

Colonel: (coming up and stopping them) Right, fight, stop it. This film's got silly. Started off with a nice little idea about grannies attacking young men, but now it's got silly. This man's hair is too long for a vicar too. These signs are pretty badly made. Right, now for a complete change of mood.