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1. Please post one word, or a phrase, or a poem, or song lyrics, or even an essay that springs immediately to mind when you see the last entry posted. Any language. (updated 2010-02-06)

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3. Please do not post questions asking what other entries mean. If you don't understand, or are not inspired, wait for someone else to post, and add your entry when you are inspired. This should be as stream-of-consciousness as possible.

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Bill_S: Delete; LOST: male dog, has one eye, mangled right ear, limps, has the mange and bad breath. Answers to the name, "Lucky".

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Permalink Reply by Bill Hebner on November 1, 2010 at 8:16am

So sick of the hobos always begging for change
I don't like how I gotta work and
They just sit around and get paid
I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars.
Bitch you better get outta the way
Before I start falling apart

I hate how my wife is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I don't have the cash.

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right
There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

How come I never get laid nice guys always lose.
How could she have another headache
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job, my boss is a dick
I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his shit.

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right
There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage,
You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of ass,
Then her daddy punches me in the face
So if you're pissed like me
Bitches, here's what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say "Fuck you!"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right
There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

So much at stake, can't catch a break
I hate my life
No, it's nothing new hear "it sucks to be you"
I fuckin hate my life!

Theory of a Dead Man - "I Hate My Life"

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Permalink Reply by Grace Fitzpatrick on November 1, 2010 at 9:11am

I Don't Want To Work
I Just Want To Bang On The Drum All Day
I Don't Want To Play
I Just Want To Bang On The Drum All Day
Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head

-- Todd Rundgren

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Permalink Reply by Loren Miller on November 1, 2010 at 9:26am

Unemployed:

No work, no boss, no worries (Ha, that's a good one!), No money (sorta!)....

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Permalink Reply by Dejah Thoris on November 1, 2010 at 9:52am

Take this job and shove it!

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Permalink Reply by Grace Fitzpatrick on November 1, 2010 at 10:12am

No way Jose Cuervo...........

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Permalink Reply by Loren Miller on November 1, 2010 at 10:24am

I said OH, NO! Guadalajara won't do!
Well I did not think the girl could be so cruel.
And I'm never going back to My Old School!

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Permalink Reply by Grace Fitzpatrick on November 1, 2010 at 11:09am

When some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
Now what’s the matter buddy
Ain’t you heard of my school
It’s number one in the state

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

-- Beach Boys

A song about a school by an old school group.

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Permalink Reply by proto-dan on November 1, 2010 at 11:24am

Damn!! I was feeling pretty good till I read all the above rants.. Must be another manic Monday... Think I'll just wander in to my den and get real drunk...