Fortunately, we can't have any here. Pets, in case you didn't 'get it'.
I don't have any pet peeves. I have a list. 'Things Bane will shoot'; 'things Bane will merely beat the shit out of'; and 'Things Bane will ignore because they are lower than whale shit, only less important'.
Things that fall under the 'will shoot' category include journalists, politicians, and a host of child molesters and other scum. As I have gotten old and frail, the 'beat the shit out of' list has turned into the 'hack up with edged weapons' list.
Oh yeah, while I'm thinking about it, zip over to my daughter's blog and wish her a Happy Birthday.
I don't know which I hate more, birthdays, or Christmas. Okay, I hate Easter the most. Fucking pagan-ass holiday.
Christians sometimes make me ashamed to be a Christian. Almost. Dipshit Christian Fundamentalists outnumber dipshit pagans like, a million to one.In all of my life, I've only been to one church where I felt comfortable, and wanted to come back. The wife and I, freshly minted as a couple, went there a lot. It was a Cavalry Chapel. The pastor was going to marry us.
Then my ex came and talked to the Pastor, and told him she wanted to 'reconcile with me'. Bitch knew all the loopholes. The pastor called us into his office, and said he couldn't marry the wife and I, until I made every effort at reconciliation. And even then, he couldn't marry two divorced people.
The wife and I thanked him for his time, and left. She is churched, now, but I haven't been inside a Christian church since. Never will.
Until I'm up front, in a box, words being spoken over me by people who I don't even know.
Please, family, if Johnny and Nat want to climb into the box and lay with me awhile, let them.