pissreekingocelot
PissReekingOcelot
pissreekingocelot

A point I am not reluctant to reinforce with him repeatedly. ;)

Already done. In my mind, that’s the best that can come of this.

Thank you for the info, but wow that’s maddening. Like...this is a big deal. It should be treated accordingly. Ugh!

It’s pretty likely that Mr. PissReekingOcelot suffers from this and it’s no joke. At the age of 35, he’s already showing signs of slipping mentally. It’s so scary and sad.

That shit makes me so angry. When I rescued my mastiff he came with one that looked like it was never taken off. People are fucking morons.

I have almost been killed so many times on my bikes (pedal and motor powered) by drivers doing this. One of my biggest driving pet peeves.

I would watch that replay over and over and over. The fight itself? Eh. I’ll be cheering on Team No One from the couch while watching something else.

God I miss the 80s.

We can only hope.

Die hard VW fan/driver/sufferer here (yes, I’m one of those). Your last point is what I’ve been thinking about a lot lately as I see these reappear on the roads - I don’t know if I should congratulate the owner on not selling their car back to VW and sticking with their cheating ways, or if it’s someone who just made

Day. Made.

OMG he is beautiful!! Mastiff? I’m on my second mastiff currently, my big guy (Oscar) is my first rescue and the most amazing dog I’ve had yet in a lot of ways (no offense, other doggos of my past).

Oh well. I’m sure the driver has many other things they’re good at, right?

How exactly have I failed so much in life that I’m not this woman? Time to reevaluate my life choices. Again.

A soft ‘fuck you,’ basically.

I am entitled, at least while this jury is out and well beyond, to craft a different narrative from the bits and pieces of complaints and testimony of women who waited years — decades — to come out of their own self-imposed shadows and say “me too, listen to me, too.” I will be called a slut shamer, a cruel skeptic,

All sports have this issue, but the NFL does deserve all the shit it’s getting right now. This condition isn’t a joke, is extremely difficult (if not impossible) to accurately diagnose, and wreaks havoc on lives. My fiancé struggles with this every day. He’s 34 and I’m watching him slide downhill in significant and

I’m not spending nearly enough time on Craigslist.

But seriously...is this for real? Or is it more of the 4 realz kind of thing.

Gee, I wonder why I don’t tell people where I was born and raised, and instead claim Vermont as my home state.