pissreekingocelot
PissReekingOcelot
pissreekingocelot

Is that what that guy actually looks like? I hear a lot of shit about him but damn, it’s as bad as advertised!

You had me until bedliner paint job. Damnit. Way to make a BJ unappealing. CP with an unfulfilled sense of longing.

Makes two of us!

Ugh, people can fuck right the fuck off with this shit. It’s one thing to make shitty decisions about one’s own health, such as this nonsense ‘replace everything with coconut oil’ trend. But when that approach is put on someone who can’t make a choice for themselves...yep, that’s fuck right the fuck off territory in

You had me at smoke bombs.

Goddamnit do I hate when I have to vote CP on a wagon with a stick. But I didn’t even make it past the photo of it with those damn fender flares or whatever they are before I voted. Ffs, people.

This is why I never tell people my state of birth.

I respect your prioritization, regardless of how lousy it feels not to get the immediate satisfaction of a Cheeto-less White House. Pence truly is evil, as opposed to the doofus, who is, well...we all know. Thank you for looking out for us but get that damn stone fired up already!

I hated it plenty before I saw that badge. But that pile of horrid pushed me right over the edge to unbridled loathing.

That one is on you now, my friend - had to bump it down to your level.

Mmmkay, glad you know more than I do! I’ll just go back to my work on algorithm design. It’s cool, you got this!

The point of the exercise is to raise attention to how algorithms are being created that will tell self driving cars to do, how to make the types of choices that are shown here. These are very real conversations happening in the data science community, all of which revolve around trying to boil down moral decision

I’m so using that line - thank you! And while you’re right for sure, it’s hard to believe that sometimes...goes against my instincts, which is no fun at all!

My most recent story in the relationship department is remarkably similar to yours, only I didn’t get the convenient (but amazingly shitty!) out you got. I had to find out everything I had been told was a lie, down to having or not having a job, having a house foreclosed upon (thankfully his, not ours), having a car

For fucks sake, I had less angst as a 16 year old. Kill it with fire.

Every hockey game I’ve attended when I don’t own a team jersey gives me an opportunity to wear my Whalers gear. I love it.

Reminds me far too much of my ex, who likely has CTE and dissociative identity disorder. Very, very similar types of behaviors. I hope he and his family get the help and support they all need.

Lizard men age suuuuuper fast unless they’re safely ensconced in their evil lairs. We should really put Ted back in his, you know, for his own benefit.

My dad loves Volkswagens. He passed this genetic abnormality on to me, so now I’m saddled with it. As a kid, he had a couple of Quantums, one of which was a Synchro (super cool). It was horrible to maintain, because “all of the parts were from Germany,” so it was prohibitively expensive to keep. Yet he did. Forever.

This, thank you. I don’t care if the asshole is in jail or not, he deserves this designation. (And, to be clear, I want him in jail until the end of his days, but wherever he is, this is how he damn well should be known.)