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To all of you who chew with your mouth open….

Posted by Bieltan on December 29, 2007
Posted in: Stories. Tagged: eating, food, Rants. 3 comments

Not many things in this world bug me. I’ll easily get over some dumb ass who cuts me off in traffic while giving me the finger. “Who? Me?” Why do I deserve such disrespect while driving? If I had the chance I would probably beat them to death with their own shoe. But I’m in my car, out of “grabbing your shoe” range. Not even the cynical skinny fucks behind their CRT monitors, who enjoy pissin’ on everyone’s parade, bug me that much. The fact that they haven’t gotten laid in the better part of a decade keeps me warm at night, and makes it unnecessary to hunt them down where they live.
But back to my point, the one thing I cannot stand. The one thing that, if I were subjected to it enough, I would be tempted to kill over. This ignorant act is called “eating with your mouth open”. Consider this, we live in a day and age where we don’t even have to leave the house to get porn 24/7. We can have fine dining delivered so “Stepford Wives” never have to cook again. It’s safe to say we are no longer in the friggin’ stone age. So riddle me this Batman, why the hell do some people still have to chew with their mouths open? It’s disgusting and repulsive. You sit their slopping around like a cow eating its own cud, ignoring the fact that you are and ignorant fuck who can’t take the time to close your mouth.

This story spawned from a recent outing I had at a quiet restaurant. It wasn’t very busy at the time, but I was seated next to a well dressed business man. As I sat down he was just receiving his food. For the next 10 minutes this ignorant fuck out chewed the noisy highway that passed right by the restaurant. Now as many of you can figure out I am a reserved and mild mannered man… since I was in public I held my tongue. But when I received my food, even the waitress noticed the fire in my eyes. Finally, I turned to the man, and as politely as possible told him to “CHEW WITH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT”. He was of course speechless, wondering if the comment was for him and why. I smiled at him, and began to eat the rest of my food. He proceeded to ask for the check and give me the finger. Again I smiled back. A small victory against the ignorant swine out there who chew with their mouths open.

When reflecting back on the entire incident I think “did I over react?” I’ve pondered over this for quite some time. I’ve come to the conclusion of no. Because people who chew with their mouths open are the root of all evil. They are the kid in high school who would cheat on the test, but somehow get caught and have you get a 0 on the test because he was copying off you. These people invented the cat algorithm, AND are responsible for the Kennedy assassination. They must be stopped. Join me in my quest to humiliate and destroy all those who chew with their mouths open…

Where Have All The Llamas Gone?

Posted by Ruko the Wonder Dog on December 28, 2007
Posted in: Stories. Leave a Comment

So I nearly died about a week ago. I know that would make many of you buttholes happy (judging by the volume of hate mail I receive) but it was not meant to be. I sustained a 104+ degree (about 40 C for you foreign readers) fever from 8:45am when I woke up until nearly 4pm that same day. While that in itself isn’t that bad, the influenza had prevented me from sleeping for more than a couple hours per night for the previous three nights. Additionally, I was dehydrated from heavy perspiration. I haven’t been that close to death since my pasty ass got lost in Harlem at 2 am about year ago.

Later that day, I realized that I had been incapable of discerning my thoughts from reality. This wasn’t the “yay I’m tripping like Timothy Leary” kind of hallucination either. This was more like a “drink a gallon of lemon dishwasher detergent and then jam a red-hot pair of scissors into your abdomen” kind of feeling. I was in a lot of pain, I was extremely confused, and my world was a very scary place. And the llamas were pissed.

I spent the better part of 2 hours wandering outside of my house, in the snow, trying to find my llamas. I do not nor have I ever owned llamas. I don’t even know all that much about llamas. For some weird reason though, I thought that I owned a bunch of llamas and they had escaped because of the snow. My tracks on the ground showed that I walked in big circles around the yard, most likely immersed in something as nonsensical as a David Lynch film. I also know that at some point I decided it would be a most excellent idea to remove my shirt. It was 18 degrees (approximately -8 C) outside.

The repercussions of the day would only become known later that night. For starters, I got some minor frostbite. On my nipples. It was obviously not severe frostbite; my nipples were tender like I was ovulating, there was some slight blistering, and the coloring was a bit more purple than I am used to. Had my body not been cooking itself, I would have inevitably suffered some more serious damage. Secondly, I am pretty sure my Chinese neighbors watched me walk around for a while. When I saw them the next day, they yelled something at me in Cantonese, threw and empty can at me, and ran into the house. As I began to think about it, I am pretty sure I would call the police if I saw my half naked neighbor walking in circles in his yard for 2 hours. That kind of shit is crazy.

Because they didn’t call the cops, I am now convinced they are indeed illegal aliens. Well, whatever.

Lest We Forget

Posted by The Romanian on December 26, 2007
Posted in: Photos. Tagged: Photos. Leave a Comment

Fear not fair weather friends, Angry Romanian has not forgotten you, our loyal reader, or your over zealous desire for daily high quality content. However, if we plan on remaining in our parents’ will we still have to spend time with our families over the Christmas holiday. And so we look forward to serving your needs in the new year and want to wish you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and of course to Bieltan:

I Ate Too Much To Write A Real Post

Posted by Ruko the Wonder Dog on December 25, 2007
Posted in: Photos. 1 comment

Make sure you shatter the dreams of children and pass on the word.

Live Chat With a Dead Ringer for a Retard

Posted by The Romanian on December 24, 2007
Posted in: Stories. Tagged: Humor, Rant. Leave a Comment

Thanks to the wonder that is Live Chat Tech Support, I will now provide you with the most bewildering tech support conversation I have ever had. Hold on to your seat if you have one, if not hold on to your monitor.

Tech Support [18:46]: Thank you for choosing Live Chat. Please allow me a minute or two to review and respond to your question. If you have not already provided your Main Domain name please do so now along with any additional details you feel I should have. I take multiple chats at once. There will be a delay between my replies. Thank you for your patience. I will be right with you.
The Romanian [18:46]: When will an upgrade be available for phpbb 3.0?
[18:47]: angryromanian.com
Tech Support [18:49]: As soon as cPanel releases one.
The Romanian [18:49]: When will that be? Do you know?
Tech Support [18:51]: Unfortuantely I do not.
The Romanian [18:54]: OK thanks for nothing.

Boy I sure wish i had that eight minutes of my life back. Silly me, contacting a company, and asking questions about a product they develop. At least give me an ETA, or an educated guess. My only other option is calling them up and growing old in the queue. And speaking of guesses and education, my best guess is that this fuck got his Master’s in Tech Support, with a minor in curry sweating, from the University of Mumbai. No need to wish him a Merry Christmas is there.

Note: I purposefully did not correct the Tech Support Agent’s spelling.

Turning a Profit on Misery – Welcome to America

Posted by Rob on December 23, 2007
Posted in: Consumerism. Tagged: doctors, healthcare, Rants. Leave a Comment

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. This may sound cliché, but it’s true. I have been sick going on two weeks and I just might snap. (or die, one or the other) I’m also sick and tired of this sorry assed health care system we are all forced to endure. Service, value and satisfaction are atrocious at every level of this system. Let me walk you through my recent experience as a demonstration of this statement. By the end, hopefully you will be as angry as me; ready to start running BMW’s off the road and choke slamming people at the pharmacy.

Let’s start with the doctors:

These overpaid pricks don’t listen to a damn word you say. They simply fill out prescriptions and nod their heads as you tell them your tale of sorrow. After you have finished speaking your doctor will check his watch, tell you he hopes you feel better, and hand you a prescription or two as he rushes off to his next appointment. I’m glad I paid a co-pay, not to mention my astronomical health insurance premium, to be treated like a nuisance. If I was looking for that kind of shit I would have taken my $20 bill to a high-end titty bar.

Next stop: the pharmacy.

I approach the pharmacy counter with two prescriptions in hand. Under the counter is a really slick sign portraying a friendly, wizened old white guy, personally handing over a prescription to an elderly customer. This particular pharmacy’s slogan is, “With Us, It’s Personal.” Sounds comforting, right? Not so fast! Seems they mean, “With Us, It’s Personal” in a guido, dagoish, mafia sort of way. You know, the old, “Tony, it’s not personal, it’s all business – capisce?” Followed by the speaker putting 47 rounds, in a very businesslike manner, into Tony. Except with this drug store someone must have pissed them off enough so that they have moved right past business to a personal sort of vendetta against the customer. I stroll up to the counter and a charming young woman with enough tattoos to put the average NBA power forward to shame stares at me. There is no “hello”, or “can I help you”, just a threatening stare. I hand her the prescriptions. She throws them on a pile and she says, “three hours”. Looming over her shoulder is a corporate poster proclaiming, “Most prescriptions filled while you wait”. I guess this is a somewhat subjective policy so I decided not to challenge the angry, work-release, tattooed pharmacy troll on it.

Three hours later a less intimidating but equally unfriendly women informs me my bill is $148. Long story short, the doctor wrote both prescriptions for name brands. More than likely some scum sucking, bottom feeding, piece of shit drug rep was behind this horseshit. After an excruciating two step with my doctor’s voice prompt system I managed to have the generic prescription faxed over and finally was on my way home, in the dark, sick and pissed off.

Why am I telling you all this? In case you hadn’t noticed, the word “angry” appears in the name of the website, and I am mighty pissed off. It’s over week later and I feel as bad as I did a week ago. So, keep an eye out for the next installment of this series as I rant about the Hospital, the ICU, and the bedside administration of last rights, as my health and well being steadily deteriorate as I attempt to navigate through our profit based, patient unfriendly health care system.

Tone It Down A Bit For Fuck’s Sake

Posted by Ruko the Wonder Dog on December 22, 2007
Posted in: Culture, Religion. Leave a Comment

As the Christmas/Chanukah/Eid Al Adha/Kwanza/Whatthefuckever approaches, I always find myself increasingly annoyed by some people’s display of holiday cheer. While I personally dislike the holiday time immensely, I don’t think that there is anything wrong with showing some spirit…to a point. There are a whole lot of you assbags however, that really don’t know when you have taken it too far.

Now before I go into my rant, this post will apply mostly to certain celebrators of Christmas, Chanukah, and Kwanza. You know why I like the Muslims? Because for their December holiday (Eid Al Adha, or Kurban Bayram? for all of you Turks that frequent angryromanian) they slaughter a lamb and then eat lamb chops. No decorations, no wrapping paper, no bullshit- just kill and eat. The sacrificial slaughter tends to really piss off PETA, but who gives two shits what they think anyways. Overall, Eid Al Adha sounds like my kind of celebration.

For the rest of you who insist on sprucing up trees and other shit around the yard, I have compiled a simple guide to prevent you from overdoing it this year.

Too Many Fucking Decorations – Extremists are always wrong. That includes those of you that take decorating your house/lawn to the fucking max. NASA doesn’t need to see your house from space. Besides you, the only people that really like this is your power company. My neighbors are guilty of this. You would think that Las Vegas was recently built right next door to my house. Unfortunately, prostitutes have not been attracted by the lights; only decrepit old people. I hate decrepit old people.

Inflatable Vinyl Holiday Things – These things are not cute, they are not clever, and the only time I like these is when they are deflated on the ground. Inflatable decorations should be left to frat parties and lonely men unable to find a real companion. Please stop putting these in front of your houses.

Stop Decorating Ugly Trees- I know that Charlie Brown Christmas was an epic Christmas cartoon, but that doesn’t justify throwing lights and glitter on every fucking tree on your god damn yard. Everywhere I go I see this. You should all be very careful…one of these years, that tree you annually load up with glass balls and lights is going to unroot itself, get a World Gym membership, and stick one of its branches up your ass for all of those years of degradation.

Decorating Shit That Shouldn’t Be Decorated – Stop putting a buttload of lights or other holiday cheer shit on crazy crap sitting in your yards. The big red bow on the mailbox, obnoxious wreaths on toolsheds, negro lawn jockeys decked in Christmas cheer, etc…this shit needs to stop. I’ve seen it all and I’m fucking tired of it.

I hope that this little guide has enlightened at least one of you, but probably not.

Juiced Hands Caught in the Cookie Jar

Posted by Guest on December 19, 2007
Posted in: News, Sports. Tagged: baseball, bonds, Humor, mad magazine, steroids. Leave a Comment

To a four year old, the cookie is a paramount prize. This circular disc of goodness, though placed in a cupboard out of reach, must be had by any means. The child is clever and finds a way to claim his prize, but inevitably he is caught . He has only one explanation for his displeased mother, “No I didn’t.”
Sound familiar?
Just ask any Major League Baseball player who’s been accused of doing steroids and you will get a similar answer. There are a few standard responses going around. So far, the three most popular are:

The cookie jar line – “Nope, didn’t do it, wasn’t me”

The teary eyed cop out – “I only used once”

And my personal favorite – ” “I had no idea it was ‘roids.”

We’ll start with Roger Clemens, who is towing the cookie jar line. He has sternly denied the findings of the Mitchell Report that accuses him of using steroids. I’m sure the baseball world would love to believe The Rocket, but how are fans to ignore his down slope in the mid-90s, followed by shocking Cy Young awards in ‘98 and ’99. And this is not even taking into account his Bonds like, 40+, surge with the Astros? It is true that Paige, Ryan and Neikro all had 40+ success as pitchers, but none of them gained 50 pounds after their peak. The abundance of players admitting to the truth of the findings is also damning to Clemens. So will this be a Marion Jones repeat? Will Clemens give a crybaby confession five years from now? Don’t be shocked if he does.
The next cheater is teary eyed Brian Roberts who claims that he only used steroids once and was so ashamed he never touched it again. That one shot must have been powerful. Roberts was an all-star in 2005 and achieved career highs in home runs, RBI’s, slugging and batting average. He hit four home runs in ‘04 and a miraculous 18 in 2005. One shot huh?
Last, but certainly not least, is Mr. Barry Bonds and his story about how he didn’t know he was doping. At least you have to respect the creativity of his bullshit rhetoric. “Never knowingly used steroids,” is reminiscent of, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” When it comes to the word “knowingly” – I know that if my head grew from a 7 and 3/8 to a 9, I’d be curious as to what substance was being shot into my ass or rubbed on my biceps. I guess Barry didn’t think of that.

I say if we really want to know who’s using the juice and who’s clean, we shouldn’t ask an ancient U.S. senator, we should ask the hat makers.All the players have to order hats and batting helmets, right? The best way to tell if they are juicing is to look at the sizes of each suspected player over the years. If from 1995 to 2003, Bonds’ head grew two inches, then he’s had his hand in the jar.
Despite the guilt of any individual player, if anyone should be indicted for steroids, it should be Bud Selig. The same Selig who stood next to Mark McGwire after his 62nd home run, knowing full well he was shooting up. That was 1998. Nearly a decade later, and a great deal of damage to the game later, in December 2007, Bud finally declares a, “Call to action.”
My call to action would be a no confidence vote by the owners, followed by a resignation by the former Brew Crew owner. Shamefully, that will never happen.

And speaking of shame, it is true sad that the great game of baseball will always have an asterisk over the last 15 years,

Thanks Bud!!

-Matt

Thanks for the guest submission Matt. See you at the gym, and by the way I have that stuff, so bring the cash.

If you would like to submit a guest submission email us.

Dude in a Box

Posted by The Romanian on December 18, 2007
Posted in: Videos. Tagged: Videos. 3 comments

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we introduce the first original video from our newly incorporated production company – Angry Romanian Shorts.

The goal of Angry Romanian Shorts is to educate our viewers. And now you know why you have to wait around so long to have you TV loaded into your vehicle at Circuit City. And knowing is half the battle!!

How to disassemble a PS3 – Circuit City style

Posted by Bieltan on December 15, 2007
Posted in: Photos, Technology. Tagged: blu-ray, circuit city, gaming, Humor, playstation 3, ps3, tutorial. 6 comments

The following is a tutorial on the official Circuit City procedure for removing stuck Blu-ray disks from a PS3. Pay attention. You will be tested on this later.

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Tools you’ll need:

(1) Over sized flat head screw driver

(1) Phillips head screw driver (for those pesky small screws)

(1) Hammer

(1) Large pair of pliers

First step: Removing the Cover

Remove any pads covering screws and torque screws. Now remove all screws. You have to get all those little sucker out, so press hard. This will almost undoubtedly strip the torque screws, but don’t give up, you’ll get them eventually. If all else fails, break the plastic. Once you remove the cover it should look like this:

Step 2: Removing Blu-Ray Drive from PS3

Anything that is bolted/screwed/latched requires the combination of the flat head screwdriver and hammer. Chisel away until these mild annoyances are solved. Feel free to strike the screwdriver as hard as is needed to break off those stubborn little clips and screws. Once you have successfully removed the Blu-ray drive, rejoice, you are only moments away from achieving your goal.

3: Removing Blu-Ray disc

By now your Blu-Ray drive is in your hand. Feel the power of having a $1000 unit at your mercy. Bask in your superior technical prowess for a moment….

(you should be basking)

Now take pliers out and remove metal enclosure. Make sure you bend the metal back and forth to achieve maximum damage to the enclosure, this allows you to eventually remove the Blu-Ray disc later on. Take notice of the careful bending of the metal below:

Once the metal is neatly bent back, grab the flat head screw driver again and begin breaking more plastic. Don’t worry you can put it all back together afterwards.

Once you have broken enough plastic and electronic parts, the Blu-ray disk should reveal itself . Keep digging and breaking until you get can get a firm grasp of it. Once the disk is in your hand, hold it up high, You have now successfully rescued an overpriced disk from an overpriced console. Now for the final step, use the hammer and a bit of glue to put that pile of shit back together. Great Job!!

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We hope this tutorial has served as a successful tool in making an already damaged system “better”. So, follow each step carefully and your glorified neogeo will be right as rain.

Angry Romanian is not responsible for any damaged goods. This tutorial is a guide and to be used at your own dumbass risk.

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