Hot Ass Weather
Oh I hate you, you smiling sunny son of a bitch. I’m glad you’re getting your jollies by making my life completely miserable. 95 degrees in the middle of June? Yea, fuck you too man. You and your little buddy humidity. You two think you’re sooo cool roaming around together and wreaking havoc upon us poor, defenseless people of earth. It’s almost like that time when Hall and Nash came onto to the scene in WCW as the Outsiders and took out anybody and everybody they chose to except only a hell of a lot lamer. At least the Outsiders lead up to the formation of the nWo, the lame weather is just leading up to sweating and ridiculously high power bills. Hey, sunshine..eat my shorts, bud. Is it autumn yet?

Kool-Aid
This might be a tender subject for some of you because I bet there’s a large collection of you BEP readers out there who grew up on this stuff. Heck, I did too, I loved the stuff as a kid. It was so exciting because it cost like 10 cents for a pack of it and you got to create flavor upon flavor of juicey (well, kinda juicey) goodness. Here’s the thing though, in the real world non-childhood version of reality, this stuff is disgusting. As a kid, it’s awesome because you can drink a few glasses and be sent off on a sugar rush for hours upon hours, giving you the energy to build a treehouse or to beat up a neighborhood youngster who went home crying to mommy after your FRIEND hit him with a rock during a rock war and blamed it on you and got you in trouble. Jerk. But I digress. Anyway, it’s too sugary and it gives me a headache, the end.

Getting Eaten By Sharks
I think this one is pretty self explanatory.