We hate abusive or insenstive language, even in items with humorous intent, that could impede the community's progress.

We hate puck nostalgia.

We hate waiting to download the rest of our lives.

We hate making mediocrity sexy.

We hate swallowing the .com load.

We hate juries of our peers.

We hate our close friends and immediate family.

We hate birthday's because they're still the worst days (R.I.P. Francis).

We hate not be able to wear our Black Kangol Furbora anymore because our friends say we look like "that fool from Korn."

We hate designer drugs that are designed to kill us.

We hate magazines that only care about 14-year-old cheerleaders and 45-year-old software execs.

We hate when our breast implants explode in the middle of a video playmate shoot.

We hate Britney, but if she paid us $10,000,000, we might give her some play.

We hate the distinct odor of white DJs with dreadlocks.

We hate having to sell our Tranceport CDs for gas money to get home from the rave.

We hate enterprising pop-punk bands.

We hate eating rats for cash on TV.

We hate when our family members resist arrest.

We hate collegiate nerds who think "everthing should be free" (uh, yeah, all right, dude!).

We hate having no azz to back up.

We hate when the following program does not include adult content.

We hate having to pimp ourselves on TRL when the first single doesn't blow up.

We (still) hate toe cleavage.

We hate keeping the seat warm for the mystery god.

We hate the irrevelent moon.

We hate being Eminem's bitch.