There's a gentleman at work that I would like to mention that has my patience wearing rather thin at the moment.
Let's call him "Rather Large Fellow" or RLF.. Hell... call him Ralph.
Ralph is a RLF. I'm not going to be offensive to the obese but it does play a rather large (no pun intended) part of my rant here. Anyway... Ralph is the type of person I'm going to name a "space glutton". Not outer space, but personal space. Due to his size, that he seems to be totally oblivious of, he tends to get in your way alot in tight quarters. Space Gluttons do as the name suggests. They take up space around others to the point that it makes them angry and want to state the obvious, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY" type phrase.
Ralph can't help that he's large. I'm not angry at his size. I'm angry at his ignorance towards other peoples valuable breathing room. I don't like to smell other mens cologne all day that could easily be avoided by having personal space. He get's insanely close to your face to talk to you, and his giant belly cannot be avoided.
Let me catch myself now... I'm going to end this rant right now before I start to sound too offensive towards the larger individuals that exist in this world.
I'm just pissed that I have to deal with the smells and the sweaty man flab pooring over my arm...
I just wish people like him were more aware of what's going on around them so they could manage a bit of respect for other peoples space.
Anyone else ever met someone that totally get's under your skin to where you just want to burst into violent screams about things that would probably make them cry??
the flab...
THE FLAAAAAAAAAB!!!!!
Let's call him "Rather Large Fellow" or RLF.. Hell... call him Ralph.
Ralph is a RLF. I'm not going to be offensive to the obese but it does play a rather large (no pun intended) part of my rant here. Anyway... Ralph is the type of person I'm going to name a "space glutton". Not outer space, but personal space. Due to his size, that he seems to be totally oblivious of, he tends to get in your way alot in tight quarters. Space Gluttons do as the name suggests. They take up space around others to the point that it makes them angry and want to state the obvious, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY" type phrase.
Ralph can't help that he's large. I'm not angry at his size. I'm angry at his ignorance towards other peoples valuable breathing room. I don't like to smell other mens cologne all day that could easily be avoided by having personal space. He get's insanely close to your face to talk to you, and his giant belly cannot be avoided.
Let me catch myself now... I'm going to end this rant right now before I start to sound too offensive towards the larger individuals that exist in this world.
I'm just pissed that I have to deal with the smells and the sweaty man flab pooring over my arm...
I just wish people like him were more aware of what's going on around them so they could manage a bit of respect for other peoples space.
Anyone else ever met someone that totally get's under your skin to where you just want to burst into violent screams about things that would probably make them cry??
the flab...
THE FLAAAAAAAAAB!!!!!
but I do know that people with chronic shit breath halitosis that like to hover in people's spaces when talking, yawning, singing, whistling or any other exhaling activity baffles the crap out of me/crawls under my skin. one must know if their breath smells like a toliet filled with the runs that hasn't been flushed in a week... ya know, they just gotta know, or their significant other would have died and the autopsy report would have said, cause of death......overdose of shit breath, and then they would have found out. Stinky bacteria grows, and the world turns yada yada yada, but their are hundreds if not thousands of ways to solve turd teeth. THE TONGUE, BRUSH THE TONGUE......and if they are one of those people that enjoy the taste of rotting skunk pussy in their mouth, i wish they would be considerate enough to keep it to themselves. the end....oh by the way that's a kick ass pic you've got there