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That goes for you AND your dog!

I've ranted before about people not cleaning up after their dogs and, worse, letting their dogs poop in the middle of the sidewalk.

But I have no words for this:

Someone let their dog poop in the hallway of the apartment building. They made absolutely no attempt to clean it up either. There's just piles of poop in the hallway.

Seriously, I have no words strong enough express my disgust with someone who would do that. What the #*%! is wrong with you?!?!

Girls, this is pretty simple, leggings are not pants. I don't care what your reasoning is, but they are not, and should not be worn as, pants. I have no interest in seeing EVERYTHING as you walk down the street because you've chosen to wear a normal length shirt with what are basically opaque tights. I don't really care if you have the body to pull it off; I don't need to know that much about you. If you're wearing them with a dress, sure, go crazy. If your crotch isn't covered though, you should probably look for something that has more fabric to it.

I was excited to see that a new venue would be opening to fill the void that the burned out theatre left. I was excited to see that two of the guys from Dubconscious were helping to run the place as well. However, after numerous visits to the club, I can say with confidence I will not be returning. The final straw was a party our fraternity hosted at the venue - it was a disaster. I am 22 years old and my ID was taken and I was marked underage by the door people. This was after they had viewed my ID for what seemed like minutes. My girlfriend was also marked underage. Upon explaining that we were both in fact of age to drink, we were still denied. This happened AFTER several previous ventures to the club also ended poorly. The staff at New Earth Music Hall clearly does not give a shit about their patrons. They treated the entertainment we had hired for our party with disdain, and most of my brothers and their dates chose to hand out elsewhere.

Sorry New Earth, I have given you a fair shot, but it seems like you are destined to fail. Unless you drop the attitude, hire new staff, and start giving a shit about the people that support your establishment, your tenure in Athens will be short lived.

Is this the new Grit?

Seeing a litter of run-over kittens is not how I wanted to start my day. It is as easy as 1, 2, 3:

1. If you cannot take care of your animals (ie: your apartment doesn't allow them, you can't afford it, you're never home, etc.) DON'T GET ANY!

2. If you do get an animal, GET THEM FIXED.

3. And finally, when you move, graduate and get a job, get a chance too study abroad, whatever, YOUR PET IS STILL YOUR RESPONSIBILITY AND MUST BE CARED FOR (and you probably weren't ready to get a pet, see #1, duh)!

They aren't accessories, they're living things. Have a little compassion and don't be and a**hole.

Why did you wait until I was pulling out of my parking space to try to drive down the aisle? I can't figure it out. Were you trying to drive around me while I was backing up or were you actually trying to hit me?

I wanted to throw out a heart-felt "F-you" to the douche-bag driver who almost ran me off the road on Prince Ave while her passenger yelled "You're not a car" at me. First, as long as the other lane was clear, you should have never come close enough to my bike to the point that i could smell you or your passangers unbathed pits. Second, do not scream at a bicyclist from behind while almost side-swiping them unless you really want to kill someone. Third, your busted, rusty, smoke belching, late eighties dirt bucket could hardly be called a car either butt-munch. I relish the day your crap car dies and you and your ratty ass passangers have to rely on your own two feet to get you to the closest downtown corner to beg me for a cigarette or spare change. There is nothing more ironic than homeless looking townie wannabes talking shit that they can't back up. I pray that you unwillingly find yourself using alternative transportation very soon.

Thanks for pissing in his ear for all of these years. Now he's all yours. When you get tired of him, and break his heart, he'll look around and see he is alone--friendless and loveless.

I hope you're proud of yourself. Snake in the grass.

Hey, here's a good way to make sure people don't donate to fix the Georgia Theater: SPAM their e-mail accounts!

We can't use proper names but he knows who he is. Good job dude. Way to make sure they don't get money.

I am sick and tired of being shoved out of the way by negligent shoppers at the grocery store, actually at every grocery store in Athens. Treat your cart like it's a car folks. At least pretend that you want to move to one side of the aisle when you see another shopper coming. I don't understand why you need to push the buggy down the center then have your friend walk beside you and not move when you see someone coming the other way. Unless you can change the laws of physics and pass right through me, get the hell over. You can both fall into single file line and let me pass or at least recognize my existence as I swerve as far as possible to avoid a last second collision. I have lost track of how many times I have had to stop, move my buggy over, smile and say excuse me, and then get completely ignored. Yesterday, I had to stare a girl down to get her to say excuse me as her friend who was actually in the way just kept walking and forced me to veer over into a pile of snack cakes. Ridiculous. One of my other pet peeves is folks shopping together with two buggies. Is that really necessary? Inconsiderate shopping is a problem across racial lines so what gives? I’m working on a public service announcement to bring this affliction to light; meanwhile, I’m taking out a pelvis or uterus with my buggy next time someone gets in my way. God help me, I’m turning into one of them…

Why do bars hire bartenders with literally no intelligence? If I open a tab and tell you that I am the ONLY one on my tab, you probably shouldn't let some guy down the bar tell you he is on my tab without consulting me. This just leads to later confusion and anger when I have to inform you I am NOT paying for the drinks he put on my tab BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW HIM and I am not financially responsible for your fuck up. I'm pretty sure that it would have taken less than 30 seconds to straighten out the matter, especially since the bartender SERVING me informed you that I only order two drinks, not 9 and also thinks I shouldn't be responsible for your fuck up. I know you think you are the greatest thing that walks the earth because you are a bartender downtown, but get over yourself- you aren't. Oh and when I demand my credit card back and pay you in cash for the charges I made, don't throw my fucking credit card ACROSS the bar in a temper tantrum. All you did was make your buddy lose out on a phenomenal tip because you were an asshole. Congratulations on losing 5 loyal customers who like to spend money in your bar, owner. Maybe you should hire people that are less of d-bags.