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I've been doing this for a bit on my facebook page but recently viitro recommended that post them to relieve my stress. The first of what may be many many therapeutic rants.

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Dear Idiots In My Geography Class,

Wales is not like Texas. Scotland is not a state. And England has a Queen not a President. Read a map before coming to class, you morons.

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Dear Idiot Leader Of My Geography Class,

Switzerland is not the European version of America. Stop comparing the two and stop interrupting the professor with your idiotic questions.

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Dear Guy Walking Slowly In Front Of Me,

For gods sakes! Pull up your pants. I don't need to see your ass hanging out. If you trip, I will laugh.

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Dear Guy Sitting Next To Me On The Bus,

Just because I am wearing a v-cut shirt does not mean it gives you an open invitation to ogle my cleavage. Stare for one more minute and I'll have to either charge you or punch your lights out.

Comments

[viitro.livejournal.com]

I still can't believe that some people are so ignorant of the rest of the world.

Sheesh, it's not like Wikipedia isn't hard to access.

I agree with you wholeheartedly on the matter of the pants.

As for the guy on the bus: charge him, and THEN punch his lights out.