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
Friday, February 13, 2009
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.
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.
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
~Peter Piper's Penis Haterrr
Friday, January 2, 2009
I HATE PETER WITH THE PUPPY FARM
You know what Peter... I don't hate many, hate is a strong word but I truly, with all my heart, from head to toe HATE YOU. Your a waste of a life, you have been so cruel and played with people's emotions.
You didn't even have the audacity to apologise even though it's clear YOU are in the wrong, we have been in contact all week discussing that little puppy, you had my contact details but instead you wait till me and my family drive 2 hours to then tell me you have sold the puppy to someone else.
Your meant to be a breeder yet you couldn't answer any simple questions like "have either of the parents had any tests before being bred".
How dare you place the blame on me... "you were suppose to call me back" I DID CALL YOU BACK AND SPOKE TO YOUR DAD! And told your Dad to confirm Friday 1pm because YOU wasn't there to take the call and never called me back so there for I had no idea anything was wrong.
I have been looking forward to that puppy ever since my dog of 11 years died but you run a puppy farm and give them to anyone who flashes abit of cash your way, you don't care about your animals or there health, your only in it for the money and I have no time for people like that.
I HATE YOU PETER, THANKS FOR RUINING MY DAY YOU BASTARD.
You didn't even have the audacity to apologise even though it's clear YOU are in the wrong, we have been in contact all week discussing that little puppy, you had my contact details but instead you wait till me and my family drive 2 hours to then tell me you have sold the puppy to someone else.
Your meant to be a breeder yet you couldn't answer any simple questions like "have either of the parents had any tests before being bred".
How dare you place the blame on me... "you were suppose to call me back" I DID CALL YOU BACK AND SPOKE TO YOUR DAD! And told your Dad to confirm Friday 1pm because YOU wasn't there to take the call and never called me back so there for I had no idea anything was wrong.
I have been looking forward to that puppy ever since my dog of 11 years died but you run a puppy farm and give them to anyone who flashes abit of cash your way, you don't care about your animals or there health, your only in it for the money and I have no time for people like that.
I HATE YOU PETER, THANKS FOR RUINING MY DAY YOU BASTARD.
I HATE YOU PETER YOU MOFO!
I can't BELIEVE you Peter! You're a fucking asshole! I can't believe that you and your brothers get to get away with M-U-R-D-E-R and yet if I was unsocialbe, unwelcoming, unhappy and unempathetic all the time I'd get called an ass but because it's you it's 'just his personality'! If it's your personality then you have the personality of a fucking ass.
And that you don't even attepmt to keep conversation with me when I go out of my way to talk to you. All I wanted to know was some computer stuff, but every sentance you say seems like the end of a crashing and burning conversation! I only asked about one or two things, asking you to fix my computer, but nooo, the computer whizz can't get off his lazy motherfucking Warcraft playing ass and help someone because that might strain his little fingers!
No wonder she dumped you, I'm happy you have a crashing and burning life, it reflects on your conversational skills.
'Elated' in England.
And that you don't even attepmt to keep conversation with me when I go out of my way to talk to you. All I wanted to know was some computer stuff, but every sentance you say seems like the end of a crashing and burning conversation! I only asked about one or two things, asking you to fix my computer, but nooo, the computer whizz can't get off his lazy motherfucking Warcraft playing ass and help someone because that might strain his little fingers!
No wonder she dumped you, I'm happy you have a crashing and burning life, it reflects on your conversational skills.
'Elated' in England.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I HATE PETER WHO FUCKED ME OVER
I fucking hate you Peter! It feels so good to say it. The last thing I
said to you was I love you and that didn't turn out so well. And now I'm
choosing that I'm finally going to be happy without you. But here is the
catch you ass whipe. I know...YOU STILL LOVE ME, I can see it in the way
you look at me, and you're just still too BUTT HURT over the girl who
hurt you FOUR year ago....FOUR FUCKING YEARS ago!!! We were great
together, you made me such a better person and you don't even know
it-you thought I was already perfect-but when I met you I finally
couldn't stop smiling. You return home 3000 miles away and we end it
because neither of us believe in long distance. Now you come home and
treat me like your sweetheart again-kiss, have sex, and couldn't be
happier we are together again and the next day tell me we can't go back
to a relationship because YOU DON"T WANT TO HURT ME!???? TOO LATE PUSSY
BITCH. Fine, I'm done trying, but here is the thing... Right here: Have
fun denying your love for me when every one of your friends, teammates,
and family absolutely ADORE me, and tell you how im SUCH a GREAT GIRL.
How you should hold onto me cause IM A KEEPER. Have fun drowning
yourself in alcohol-I won't be there to stop you anymore.
No more love from,
The sweetheart with the nerve to adore you.
PS:I can't wait until 2 months down the line of being back in Portland
when it hits you, too bad I made up my mind. I really do hate you.
said to you was I love you and that didn't turn out so well. And now I'm
choosing that I'm finally going to be happy without you. But here is the
catch you ass whipe. I know...YOU STILL LOVE ME, I can see it in the way
you look at me, and you're just still too BUTT HURT over the girl who
hurt you FOUR year ago....FOUR FUCKING YEARS ago!!! We were great
together, you made me such a better person and you don't even know
it-you thought I was already perfect-but when I met you I finally
couldn't stop smiling. You return home 3000 miles away and we end it
because neither of us believe in long distance. Now you come home and
treat me like your sweetheart again-kiss, have sex, and couldn't be
happier we are together again and the next day tell me we can't go back
to a relationship because YOU DON"T WANT TO HURT ME!???? TOO LATE PUSSY
BITCH. Fine, I'm done trying, but here is the thing... Right here: Have
fun denying your love for me when every one of your friends, teammates,
and family absolutely ADORE me, and tell you how im SUCH a GREAT GIRL.
How you should hold onto me cause IM A KEEPER. Have fun drowning
yourself in alcohol-I won't be there to stop you anymore.
No more love from,
The sweetheart with the nerve to adore you.
PS:I can't wait until 2 months down the line of being back in Portland
when it hits you, too bad I made up my mind. I really do hate you.
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