Some Beefs to Pick

It's 9:47 and I have some beefs I need to get off my chest.
First, to all you folks from across the pond, they are called sprinkles, not JIMMIES!
Second, Yes, we know Chuck Norris is cool. Stop saying jokes about him.
Third, if it's a FAST FOOD drive thru, why do I have to pull up even when I have a perfectly normal order?
Fourth, Paula Abdul. No comment, just Paula.
Fifth, all the people on competition shows that I hate win. Example, Adam Lambert. Hasn't won yet, but probably will.
Sixth, the French. Let's at least go the Switzerland route. Retreat is not an option, and if you're going to get invaded by a crazed mad-man in and World War, at least have cool knives.
Seventh, other drivers. Let's get this straight. I want to get where I'm going alive and preferably in the same physical state as I was when I left. Let's cool it on the, "Hey there's Austin let's cut him off and almost kill him" method of driving. That wasn't in the DMV manual.
Eighth, the number eight.
Ninth, K-Fed.
Tenth, Kanye West, for the same reason as K-Fed. As in, there doesn't have to be a reason.
Eleventh, lists that go longer than ten. These tend to waste my time.
Twelfth, are you still reading after the eleventh?