Don't get me started on...

Don't get me started on...

  • Submitted By: Teeeeeth_
  • Date Submitted: 05/19/2014 9:34 AM
  • Category: English
  • Words: 800
  • Page: 4

Don’t Get Me Started On...
What’s this evolution malarkey? Isn’t the idea that because of natural selection, only the strongest, smartest, most adaptable will be able to survive? As a result, the theory is that a species will only keep characteristics that can help them progress and survive, whilst losing characteristics that have no real purpose or use.
So can somebody please explain how after millions of years of evolution, the most intelligent form of life (apparently) still has people on this Earth who seriously need to apologise to a tree for working his little branches off to produce oxygen for them to breath. When all they are doing is making everybody else, want to gouge their eyeballs out and fry them, then add a sprinkle of seasoning to enjoy as a tasty, healthy snack... I suppose that’s more useful than having to endure these people’s actions.
Firstly, there are the old people who have no manners whatsoever. We are all brought up to respect our elders, give them a cheery smile and open the door for them as they waddle on through the door, since they have to conserve all their energy for the illustrious bowls tournament they have that night. However, I cannot stand it when they don’t show the same respect back and aren’t even capable of acknowledging you. Instead, they are just thinking to them self that they better get a hobble on and get as far away possible because they believe I will have an ASBO. An ASBO? I may just well have an ASBO when I snatch your Zimmer frame and propel your ignorant old head through it! Okay okay, fair enough, Doreen, you were involved in World War II and did a marvellous job of defeating the Nazis but maybe you should get your wrinkly little arse back into those trenches and find your manners as you may have left them there. Bloody, Doreen.
Something that also really antagonises me is highly unhygienic people. It seems as if they belong to Old McDonald because they must surely live on a farm, the absolutely, filthy...

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