Thursday, February 26, 2009

I HATE PETER WHO RUINED MY WEEKEND

Screw you, Peter. I was looking forward to my ONE weekend away with my husband and new baby. We would go skiing, spend nice time with friends, and enjoy a snowy change of scenery. We got the car all packed up, baby in car seat, boots and coats on. I made sandwiches for the trip. Sandwiches, you asshole. I hate sandwiches! One quick call to say we're on our way, see ya in four hours. By the way, is there a Wal-Mart in town? I need a pair of snow pants and I'm in a pinch - can't fit into mine yet since the new baby. A fucking pair of snow pants, Peter. I'm not trying to oppress the little children in Asia any more than you are, Peter. Just tell me yes or no if there's a store - any store - where I can buy a cheap pair of snow pants that I will only wear once. But that's too much for you, isn't it Peter. You're so hateful and restless you put your dukes out and swing at shadows because it makes you feel stronger.

Thanks for ruining my weekend, Peter. Thanks for telling me I'm not welcome in your home because I ASKED if there's a damn place to buy some fucking snow pants. Thanks for telling me I'm childish and stupid and that I invited myself to your home. Why don't you check with your spouse, Peter, and see who did the inviting. But wait. Instead, you wait for spouse to get mad at you and get out of the house so you can call me back, berating me for causing problems between the two of you. YEAH. I caused the problems. You un-invite your spouse's friends, launch an aggressive attack and then make matters WORSE by severing any hope of reconciliation EVER.

My poor friend is unfortunate to have you, you boorish, abusive prick.

You're a loud mouthed fucking lumberjack and I hope I never lay eyes on you again.

Fuck you, Peter!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I HATE PETER, WHO DID WHAT HE DID

you have ruined my life forever i hate you i hope you fall down a well and burn while going down it so its a long painfull death and then i get to laugh at you when you go splat
peter i just cant forgive you EVER i hate you, you will never be the same with out a gaint cut on yourface as big as your selfessness you CUNT and i hope life never treats you well i wish evey night that you werent born for what you did

Friday, February 13, 2009

I HATE PETER THE PORN ADDICT

I hate you Peter. You are a world class loser. After everything my family has done for you, you are totally ungrateful. You are a user and an addict and you make me sick. You manipulate people and then laugh because you think you are so much smarter than everyone else. Well you aren’t. You are a stupid stupid jerk. I don’t care how much you whine about your pathetic life. It is time for you to be an adult. Stop blaming your mother because you are responsible for your own dumb choices like getting fired and dropping out of school so you can stay locked away all day long and play games and look at porn on the internet. I never liked you and never believed that you wanted help. I saw though your lies and your manipulation. I resent the way you have used my mom and my dad and my whole family. Just because my mom is a good and decent person and she thinks she can help people (even low-down perverts like you) doesn’t give you any right to take advantage of her kindness. You are the thorn in my family’s side. I feel like you have caused a rift in my family and I will always hate you for that. I can’t believe you had to come over to our house on Christmas Day. You are not part of our family and no one wants you to be.

Every time I see your face it makes me sick. You say now that you are going to get government money by saying that you are “emotionally disabled” and it is because you are too lazy to get a job or do anything with your life besides looking at your disgusting pornography. I hate that my tax money will support your pathetic lifestyle. You are a drain on our welfare system taking money from people who legitimately need help, people with real disabilities or families to support. There is nothing wrong with you besides the fact that all you have are excuses and you are unable to take responsibility for anything.

I really hate you Peter. You are so mean that you even hurt my little dog. Did that make you feel good about yourself? I wish I could punch you in the face. You are the only person I know who I wish was dead. I’d tell you to go f*** yourself but you already do on a regular basis.


-Angry in Arizona

Monday, February 9, 2009

I HATE PETER, MY BOSS

I fucking hate you, Peter. You're the worst boss in the world. Why don't you go fuck yourself?? No, I am never going to suck up to you like those fucking twats I work with do. I am NEVER going to act like I think you have a clue what you're talking about because I know you don't. In fact, I'm in a constant state of shock that you even manage to sting sentences together. Let alone the miracle of you writing your own name.

And not only are you thick as shit, but you seem to be under the illusion that you are respected. Let me tell you one thing, Peter, you stupid cunt. NO ONE RESPECTS YOU. No one even likes you.

JUST FUCK OFF

- Sick and Tired of London.

I HATE PETER WHO TOLD ME THERE WAS NO SPARK

Fuck you Peter, you fucking lied to me.

You said there was no spark. You climbed on top of me, you ground your crotch all over me, you slept in my bed, and told me there was no spark.

You stood in my kitchen, wrapped your arms around me, asked me how I could smell so good, then told me there was no spark.

You kissed and kissed and kissed me, told me how soft my lips were, and told me there was no spark.

Fuck you. Fuck fuck you. How fucking stupid are you? What would be a fucking spark to you? If you moaned at my nibbling on your neck? Oh wait, I remember that. How about if you put your hands in my pants? Would that be fucking sparks? Oh wait, that happened too.

What the fuck would have had to happen for there to be sparks?

No Peter, what you're fucking scared of is me. Passionate, chaotic, happy, searching, opinionated, attentive, loving me. You know what the fuck I represent? You know what the fuck I am?

Life.

So fuck you. I'm going to go be alive, and you can go crawl back in your shell and wait for your spark. If it ever comes to you.

I hope you get burned.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

I HATE PETER, WHO'S THE WORST

I hate you Peter. You fucking always start shit and ruin my day. I was perfectly fine before you woke up and fucked everything up. Peter, how many times have you done this kind of shit to me? And the stupid thing we were fighting about before I slammed the door like, three times on you, wow. You can't even do that for me!! Peter, you're the fucking worst at times. At times, I really do hate you.
~Peter Piper's Penis Haterrr