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A couple of weeks ago I came here to talk about my cat who was dying of cancer. He died in my arms this morning at the vet. My heart is broken. Here is his picture, I hope. I’ve never tried to upload a picture. Anyway, his name was Fresca, he was almost 16, and I loved him so much.

Celebrity bicycle.

If your mom is no longer with us and you would like tissues, support, and/or kitten gifs, this is the thread for you.

How is babby form?

Can we start banning trolls for once? Let's start here, with the idiot that is pretending that two people weren't killed.

My husband and I met in grad school and didn't hit it off immediately. We got stuck in the same miserable class together on Monday nights. It talked about music history, and one night the instructor went on an endless ramble about Schubert's "syphilis attacks" and kept saying the nonsense phrase "syphilis attacks"…

She was caught wet-handed.

This cat is awesome. We used to have a heating dish that my cat took over the minute we moved her from Memphis to Milwaukee. She laid in front of that thing for 5 years. We've moved again and winters here are nothing so she has taken to napping on the laptop, for milder temps.

Glacial profiling.

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I snapped this picture back in April of 2013. I have absolutely no idea how this happened.

How many points have you scored in the WRC?

Your chump ass isn't getting paid to drive a car. Period.

Here you go (and I hate using Hero ever, but this cop does a great job of not beating or shooting anyone while managing to snag three cars in one stop. Nice job.)

If you can afford a GT-R or a Hellcat, you can afford a track day.

My first relationship (in high school) lasted four years, and since then the handful of boyfriends I've had have all lasted a matter of months. (Like, half a year at most.) I think for me it's a combo of being scared of commitment - so I either cut and run or pick guys who are unavailable in some fundamental way - and…