I wanted to see 'The War Wagon' and 'Battle of the Bulge' so bad when they came out, but my parents were religious nuts at the time (SDA), so I missed them, and years later, when I finally got to see them, they sucked.
Cocoa powder. I snuck me a big ole tablespoon of it when I was little. Crammed the entire thing into my mouth, expecting nirvana. Unsweetened cocoa powder. Sucked. Plus, I threw up in some mean old neighbor lady's pansy bed, and she whupped on me with her broom, then turned the hose on me. Sucked.
Famous people. Most of them are little midgety little motherfuckers, with bad attitudes, and they're not smart, and they're rude. And they suck. One notable exception was the guy who played Ensign Chekhov. I used to play volleyball with him and some other actors, and he was a prince. Just a plain nice guy. The other exception was the biker that The Terminator took his clothes, his boots, and his motorcycle from. After the biker put his cigar out on his chest. He was a real biker, who got typecast playing bikers. Go figure. Really sweet guy, dying from liver failure. I scared him, for some reason...he thought I wanted his scalp or something. I assured him we were fine, and we had a great time, though I felt kinda bad drinking around him, because he couldn't any more.
Lobster. Sucks. Wanted to like it, don't.
Women. Suck. It's like rummaging through a box of rotten tomatoes to find one that's barely edible.
Men. Ditto. Except they're not for eating. Well, for me, anyway.
College. Sucks. Thought I'd love it, looked forward to it all my life. Dummies, teaching dummies to be dumber, and threatened by any sign of true excellence. Retard foundries. Making leaden statues, of no real worth, and shipping them out the door with no quality control.
Scotch. Blows. I would truly love to be a Scotch drinker. Hey, alcohol. See: blows.
Scallops. See: Lobster. Ditto, oysters. Though I love the sauce.
Buffalo, lamb, sushi. Duck.
Most blogs. Some blogs I used to like.