I also hate "That Guy" who's the expert in everything, ever. His opinion is always right.

Me: Nancy Kerrigan was an awesome ice skater.

That guy: Yeah....she's okay. If you're into Silver medalists. Now, Christy Yamaguchi.....THAT'S a REAL ice skater.

Me: Fuck you, Guy!

Oh noes, that's me

me: Whats the time?
them: Hammer time!

Grr that one happens to me at least once a day.

Me: What time is it?
Guy: :: looking at fake watch :: its freckle past the hair har har har

I hate that guy who's waaaaay too into being fit. I know you don't eat bread, drink soda, smoke cigarettes, or shoot heroine. I don't care. And doing pushups in front of me, because you think I'm watching doesn't impress me. It makes you gay (not that there's anything wrong with that).

LMAO

I'm that guy who whispers 'Gay sex' in your ear when you try to aswer a question in class.

the guy that says: "hey who's the new guy?"

to whomever who just came into work with a new haircut

That guy who sees a hot girl, and "whispers" something dirty about her so loud that she can hear it. Then, he gets offended when you don't laugh, or high-five.

Speaking of which, my co-worker loves to high-five way too much. I don't get it. It makes me feel like I'm being molested, every time I'm forced into an inappropriate high-five. And it's usually in public, so we both look like tools.

the guy who brings in last night's leftover fish for lunch and stinks up the entire lunchroom when he microwaves it.