My cat is a himbo with no fear response, he doesn’t have enough brain cells for fear or mistrust, or landing on his feet.

On the fourth of July my asshole neighbors were setting off mortars that sounded like actual gunshots and instead of running or freaking out he ran up to the window to see what was happening and get closer to the action. He jumped on the back of a chair because he was excited for treats and knocked it over, causing a chain reaction of chaos, and never was he concerned about anything but getting his treats, I don’t think he even noticed. There are a bunch of loud biker assholes that do a group ride by my apartment all the time and every time they do he jumps up in the window and excitedly meows like he wants to get in on it.

Deal!

You found the bottom of reality. It’s just cans all the way down, baby.

I hope your mom gets hit by a bus.

I wonder often that has been said in a supportive context…

Robotrain.

Half man.

Half train.

All cop.

Edit: This train always arrives right on crime!

I will be continuing to listen to doom metal in honor of Halloween, and every other day of the year, thank you very much.

So, there was this group of right wing idiots called “The Tea Party.” Might want to look into how that started and what it lead to.

I don’t have money or resources to single handedly Rambo the situation away, but if a politician were within arms reach of me I’d go for the neck and eyes, consequences be damned. That’s all one person could realistically achieve.

There is a reason I said “we,” jackass. This isn’t a one person job.

Where is the line? When do we stop this nonsense?

I had to google to see if it was a real quote (it’s not) because conservatives have completely fucking annihilated the concept of satire.

We all must face the reality of our impermanence, Lila, I am not your keeper. It’s ok, it won’t hurt.

The Macarena is a more effective method of self defense than aikido.

Aikido is so fucking stupid.

The other day some asshole rattled the door so long and hard, as I was repeatedly shouting occupied, that the lock jiggled open and I had to hold the door shut with my foot. Then the guy shouts “What the fuck?!” and storms out of the restroom.

What the fuck, indeed, buddy. What the fuck, indeed.

Heartache to heartache you stand.

Yes.

No. Those are pooping butts. This is not debatable.

🎶 The man in gauze! The man in gauze! 🎶

Only 9? Pffft, I could smash that record to pieces.