Paul Cummins, the most notorious cheater and @$$hole in MSPA. Difference between him and Cheech and Chong is that Cheech and Chong stop going after taking 20-50 hits.
The owner of the field I used to play and ref at for wasting people's talent going nowhere, starting giving huge ref discounts (20% co-payment for guns for example...ANY gun, yeah even a Freeflow race or Eclipse Shocker) AFTER I LEFT, talking to me like he owned my soul or something, and a few other things that get under my skin especially after I had been working for him for 3 1/2 years for little and often no pay. You'd probably have to pry my finger off the trigger with vice grip pliers for this guy.
Heads of record companies who record boy bands instead of more appropriately using them as janitors and ashtray collectors. Those guys I would bunker with 20 rounds of year old Proball.
Golfers who pack their entire house into their bags, show up in RV's with 10 or more players, result being me carrying 4 or even 6 of them at a time (ending up being about my weight and a half or more), and not tipping a cent. 10 more shots to the crotch if they show up at 6:15-6:30 while I'm still pulling out carts and putting the flag up.
About 100 different people that know my parents that somehow talked my mom into having showers or receptions or whatever at our house. I HATE coming home to food I can't eat, a house I essentially can't do anything in because it'll mess things up, a preoccupied family that keeps calling me and asking me to come see them but when I'm there has no time, rooms full of people that address me as if I were still 6 years old (I resist the temptation to reply "Shouldn't you be dead by now?") and with humor that wasn't even funny in the 40's and rather than laughter provokes a pro-euthanasia voting stance, AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF someone else ending up with a good looking girl RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE AND KNOWING THEY WILL GET LAID THAT NIGHT AND THE NEXT SEVERAL WHEN I PROBABLY WON'T. Also just hearing about it is enough to make me at least want to give them and the person telling me about it a nice triple welt in both armpits from 10 inches away.
Hrm...oh, and the people responsible for discontinuing Taco Bell's pocket tacos. I got one on my very first Taco Bell visit, which was about 10-12 years ago in Pensecola,FL , on my way down to the beach house to go fishing. I had a pocket taco which was HUGE, a beef burrito, and some of those cinnamon snacks before they were twisty. That Taco Bell is still running and in the same spot, too, just past Yamato's (the best Japanese steak house I've ever seen or heard about which I have regularly eaten at since I was 2 or 3) and about a block ahead of the Oyster Bar.