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HAPPY CUNT DAY – I MEAN VALENTINES DAY
By DSM | February 14, 2010
HERE IT IS, THE 2ND ANNUAL REPOST OF A CLASSIC BLOG I WROTE, BY REQUEST. THIS IS AN EVERY YEAR MUST READ. IT NEVER CHANGES, SO I KEEP POSTING IT. ONE DAY I’LL WRITE 2.0, FOR NOW, THE CLASSIC. BAWHAHAHAA
FUCK VALENTINES DAY 1.0
Enjoy:
I got a little rant here regarding this fucking bullshit estrogen driven sham of a fucking holiday coming up…Valentines Day. Ready to get offended? Pop a fucking Midol and follow me now bitches, here is your fucking Valentines gift….
FUCK VALENTINES DAY
You know, I have always been one of these guys for women’s rights. One of those guys who stick up for broads and say they are equal. Say they deserve the same money and job opportunities as men and defend their right to choose. However, as another shit ass fucking Valentines Day approaches, I am starting to reevaluate my position. Why? I think Valentines Day proves women are the weaker sex. You fucking whiny scags are ALWAYS finding a new way to bitch about being treated right. Valentines Day, Secretaries Day, Mothers Day, Bitches Day, Cunts Day. It goes on and on and on. You have the fucking audacity to make men feel guilty for not ‘proving’ we love you. You sit there at your job and expect a delivery man to come and bring you something. Are you fucking kidding me? For what? So you can toss your flowers, cards, and candy in your fat hog cunt co workers faces? “Ohhh look how much my baby loves meeeee.” No, your man is a fucking sap.
You know, I just had an epiphany. There are people right at this moment sitting in jail. Why? A little thing called Extortion. I thought extortion was illegal in this country? Well then Hallmark, FTD, and all you whiny, trampy, bitchy, scags should all get the fucking chair. It is a no win situation for us guys on this rag tag bitch day.
Exhibit A
“Oh, don’t worry about getting me a gift.”
“I don’t need anything.”
“Everything means nothing, if I ain’t got you.”
“All I need is a card.”
BULLSHIT.
Please. Let us not give you the royal treatment. You yamps get bitchier than a raghead terrorist and the twat seals it’s walls up for a week. I mean, you turn into some kind of LOTR type troll for shit’s sakes, and we have to pull a Bill Clinton and sleep on the couch.
“OMG you don’t appreciate me.”
“Well, Sarah’s’ BF got her a ring”
“FINE! FINE!”
Gimme a fucking break. Who the shit are you trying to fool?
Exhibit B
“I don’t want anything; just take me out to dinner.”
Yea, real cute. Yet dinner, no matter where we look around town, is 140 bucks a person, not to mention, it’s some nasty shit we would never wanna eat. Duck Ass a la Orange with a side of snail twat, circled with crusted monkey balls. I got an idea. You love me no matter what? How bout I take you to that great Scottish Restaurant….Mac Donalds. I’ll get you a crusted chicken breast a la mayo with a side of French fried po-tat-toes. Oh la la bitch, now blow me, and maybe I’ll supersize it.
It never ends. Chocolates, flowers, teddy bears, balloons, all in the attempt to satisfy some whiny broad. Well look here toots, if I can tolerate your incessant bitching for more than 3 hours a fucking day, that is proof enough. Where is MY dinner for dealing with your god damn rag every month? Where is MY dinner for dealing with your stupid fucking questions like, “Does this make me look fat?” Where’s MY fucking dinner for dealing with your fucking constant cries for attention and needs to talk? I am a guy. Just STFU, leave me alone, and blow me every now and then, and I will be happy. Must I spend 3843894393939339333 dollars to prove I love you? If I haven’t fucking killed myself or you already then the answer would be yes.
And here’s one more point. I do not want to read about your homantic husband, boyfriend, boy toy, or fag ass lame ass femboy fuck mate and what he did for you. He’s a fucking pussy and he has lowered the bar for all of us by catering to your worthless needs. Take your digicam/webcam pics of your red roses, flowers, candies, and jewelry, and shove them your smelly fucking cunt. No one cares.
“Ohhh my man is sooo sweet, look at this.”
Once again, the weaker sexes cry for attention.
I say next year, every man in this fucking country boycotts Valentines Day and does a mass jerk off. We have to dedicate ourselves to not giving in to these fucking chicks. NO food, NO cards, NO bears, NO flowers, NO chocolates. Just a a big fuck you to the pussified fucktard greedy whores of the world. I got a Valentines gift for you, it’s in my pants, and how it works is I slap you in the face with it.
But, I love still you snookems
Topics: Classic Hate, Fuck Love, Fuck Valentine's Day, Holidays we HATE, Things we HATE | 2 Comments »
FUCK VALENTINE’S DAY 2010 – V1.0, A SONG FOR LOVERS
By DSM | February 11, 2010
First strike.
With Valentine’s Day coming up, a request to you fucking people. We really don’t give a flying fuck about your fucking fly by night relationship. I don’t want to hear the following:
1.) How in love you are. You’ll be crying, bitching, and moaning online in less than a year saying how much men/broads suck, because you fell head over heels for an idiot. Shut the fuck already.
2.) What some tool got you for Valentine’s Day. No one fucking cares.
3.) What you did. It’s another day. I know much you broads love the attention of some cock wanting you but see #1.
4.) How sad you are because you don’t have a man. Get it through your stupid fucking already you are better off.
So to kick off the Valentine’s Day HATE for 2010, a BEAUTIFUL song for you lovers.
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
Topics: Fuck Love, Fuck Valentine's Day, Holidays we HATE, People who should die, People who should kill themselves, Things we HATE | No Comments »
HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU FUCKING LOSERS!
By masterhateblogger | February 11, 2010
Happy New Year from HATERSRUS.NET.
I know, I know, it’s fucking February of 2010. Obviously, we have been lagging as usual. Our writers have lives. We need some new angry people to write. More on that later. We have a lot of shit to HATE on. So we need to play catch up. First and foremost, let me just update you people with out to do list!
So rejoice fools. A new decade of HATE is here!
Topics: Fuck Valentine's Day, Holidays we HATE, The return of the HATE, Update | No Comments »
We are writing a new line of ‘For Dummies’ books
By DSM | November 29, 2009
The current ones out are fucking useless.
Here is the current edition out for Twitter junkies.
Now, the new edition, by us…
More editions to come
Topics: Things we HATE, Twit HATE, We HATE groupies | No Comments »
People who should kill themselves – Volume # 1
By DSM | November 17, 2009
This list has been a long time in the making. First, the idea was to create a ‘people who must die’ list, but I felt that was wayyyyy to fucking forgiving. These people are so fucking lame and fucking annoying, they need to do the right the fucking thing, and kill themselves. No, not by accident, or by some form of sexual or drug induced self destruction. They need to come to the realization they suck ass, are completely worthless, and fucking poisoned society, therefore they need to punish themselves the following ways:
Or, even better, die at the hands of their own shitty fucking tripe.
So, without further adieu, hatersrus.net presents….
People who should kill themselves – Volume # 1
Sean P Piffy Diffy Combs
Usher
Lil Wayne
Rush Limbaugh
Sarah Palin
Dane Cook
Read the rest of this entry »
Topics: Hollywood Whores, People who should die, People who should kill themselves, Shit for Brain Celebs, Shitty Music, Shitty Television | 2 Comments »
Welcome Back Cunter
By masterhateblogger | October 24, 2009
Why hello there bitches. We have again been on Hia-hate-us. No particular reason. Not that we have lacked topics to HATE on. Thanks to the sensation that is fucking twitter, we have a shit load of dumb, lame, gay, shit for brain current and past topics to HATE on.
Consider this an commitment to you that we plan on speaking on ALL these dumb shit topics. From balloon boy, to British nazi’s, to the dick for cunt tweeters themselves, talking about #thingstosayaftersex.
The soon is coming. Be prepared to get offended, and for now, check out our old and new friends on the blog roll. Some had to leave….
because they were pussy fucking fag cunts.
Topics: Hatenouncement, The return of the HATE | 1 Comment »
HRU CLASSIC HATE SERIES – GEESUS CHRIST PEOPLE – RE: MYFAGSPACE MUSIC
By DSM | June 5, 2009
HatersRUs Classic HATE Series – Post 2 – GEESUS CHRIST PEOPLE – RE: MYFAGSPACE MUSIC
The classic HATE series continues with an oldie put goodie based on the total dicks promoting their shitty music on Gayspace.
This post was originally done in January of 2008, right before I changed my settings on a dying gayspace, to not allow band friend invites. Now people are strumming they bangos on Gaybook. Enjoy.
New Blog, enjoy
Okay look,
I am sick and fucking tired of getting friendvites from these ‘artists’ on Myfagspace music. Look, I got no problem with people following their dreams, but the majority of you people suck. Okay, you’re nobodys and you sound horrible. I know record companies are whoring their artists out on Myfagspace, but this is not an open invitation for Joe Wannabe and Tammi Twonote to come here and make Myspace Music profiles claiming to be artists.
Let’s analyze the trend.
First we have the emo bands.
Donnie Dropout in his friend’s garage, strumming his banjo, trying to take home the Herpes H.S. battle of the bands . His mommie bought him a guitar off eBay, and him and his Trench Coat Mafia goth shirtless schoolmates formed a band. They take digital pics with their sister’s digital camera and their father’s cigarettes trying to get twat off the net with a guitar hero pic. Look here chuckles, your band, The Limp Noodles will not get airplay trying to replicate the 1992 grunge movement, ‘real men’ do not wear pink, and your fucking pants are too tight. Get a haircut, put on a shirt, and stop trying to get chicks by saying you’re in a band. Last time you had a pussy you came out of it. Okay, so your facethejury profile pic with your guitar got you some dumb girls noods. That is not going to help your master plan to finally stick your cock in something with less than 4 legs.
Second we have Ronnie Rapper.
Ronnie is a shit for brain dork who thinks he got the figgety, figgety, flow yo. There is no particular race for Ronnie, so don’t ass-ume Ronnie is a coon. Now, Ronnie could be a darkee….but he also could be a B’ Rad style cracka….
Topics: Classic Hate, Gayspace, Music to hate by, Music to hate to, Shitty Music | 2 Comments »
