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You hate it when your girlfriend asks you to hold her handbag, and it doesn't match what you're wearing, amirite?
There's no "I" in "denial", amirite?

Also, there's no "u" in "color."

Because America ROCKS!

"0 Friends Online" Oh, thanks, amirite, for being yet another website that reminds me I have no friends with a little rectangular box in the bottom-right corner of the screen that stares into my soul with disappointment. amirite?
How to get over your fear of the dark: As soon as you turn the lights off, start masturbating. No monster wants to see that shit. While doing it, stare at the corner and whisper, tenderly, “this is for you”, amirite?

From FAQs:

How Is The Post Of The Day Chosen?

"The admins choose the post of the day when we see a really good post. Not necessarily a post a lot of people agree with, but one that make you think and demonstrates what amirite is all about. We pick posts that will give a good first impression of the site as that is the first post new visitors see."

I don't know about you, but if I was a new visitor and saw this...

Don't diss AOL... They put the whole Internet on a disk! amirite?
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I'm 'bout to go hunt yo' damn kindergarten teacher down 'cause bitch did NOT teach yo' ass or nothin' 'bout how to EE-NUN-SEE-ATE yo' damn ABC'S. EASY AS 1-2-3.

Shit, gurl.

It sucks when someone says, "Bear with me" but they don't and you're stuck there growling by yourself, amirite?

A similar yet fatal fate befell one of my friends. Someone was about to shoot him in the back of his head, and another person shouted "DUCK!" And then, my friend just started quacking.

Moral of the story: Proper, animal-free wording can save lives. Start today.

Why does Obama give his speeches behind bulletproof glass? Just because he's black doesn't mean he's going to shoot anybody, amirite?
It's ridiculously annoying that the word amirite appears at the end of every post. amirite?

So there hasn't been a comment that has made everyone burst out laughing yet. I decided it'll be me. Here it goes:

Poop.

There is so much wasted energy lost in gyms. Let's hook up electric generators to the stationary bikes and step machines. Then people could not only lose weight, but also create energy. It wouldn't be much energy, but if there were enough people attending it could at least cover the energy needs of running the gym itself, amirite?

There are obviously some issues with this type of technology, however. Someone could easily use this for evil. They'd have their fry cook round up and capture every last jellyfish in some fields, kill them through a cruel and gruesome process, and then literally squeeze the jelly out of 'em, with this all being powered by a cheap crustacean riding a bike. Very complex yet possible.

Y'know, just a thought.

The less you use swear words, the more power they have when you do use them. amirite?

I called someone a "fucking bitch" for stealing my chocolate milk at my lunch table.

People gasped.

There was GASPAGHETTI EVERYWHERE.

Kids in math problems have way too much time on their hands. Like seriously Avi? You're going to calculate the angle at which you need to ride your bike to get to Market Street? Get a girlfriend or something. amirite?

Where do the math textbook makers get all of the pictures of the kids anyway? Are there, like, math textbook photo-shoots that call for Asian, black, Mexican, and handicapped kids dressed in really retro sweaters and flamboyant patterned sweatpants?

It feels great to take off that Hollister tee after a long day of being a prick, amirite?

It feels great to take off those hipster nerd glasses after a long day of trying too hard to be interesting and complex.

Everyone hates being told to "get over it," amirite?

Unless you're being cheered on by your family and friends in a hurdle race. In that case, "GET OVER IT!" would be quite apt.

Funny prank: Change all the names in someone's phonebook to other peoples' names, and then while they're trying to figure it out you beat them to death with a crowbar, amirite?

Another funny prank: Cover your co-worker's cubicle with millions of Post-It notes, and when he returns to see the mess you shoot him in the face.

Nice Hummer. Sorry about your penis, amirite?