“Dear Dr. Kim”

“Dear Dr. Kim:

“I thought my girlfriend was joking about her wish to become a ‘crazy cat lady’ but now I’m not so sure she was joking. We’ve been together for three years and moved in together one year ago. At that point, she already had two cats, and we’d specifically looked for a place where pets would be allowed.

“Things started to get stressful when she brought home two additional cats without discussing it with me first. This was initially supposed to be a short-term foster situation, whereby she would nurse the felines back to health before finding them permanent owners. However, six months on and they’re still there.

“Having four cats in the house took ‘a lot of adjusting’, and I did try to tell my girlfriend how she really should have spoken with me about her decision first. However, she became defensive and didn’t appear to see my point.

“Around one month ago, my girlfriend brought home a fifth cat, again without asking me whether this would be okay.  Now she plans to take in a sixth cat, and I feel I’ve reached my limit.

“What can I do?”

— Surrounded By Cats

Dear Pussywhipped:

You spineless piece of shit.  This has got fuck-all to do with caring for animals.  This is really about her controlling your life and not giving a shit about you, and you enabling this behavior.

So she wants to be a “crazy cat lady”?  Grant her her wish, and get the fuck away from her — far away.  Or you can stay until the cat collection grows to twenty, or thirty, all the while asking her, “O please my lady, may I have another?”

I don’t know, but I’ll bet your sex life is terrible, too.

Grow some balls, and find yourself some better pussy.

— Dr. Kim


In case you’re wondering, this may be a true story.

Agricultural Totty

Apparently, there’s this Brit TV show called Our Yorkshire Farm, starring the matriarch thereof, Amanda Owens (45+).  I use the “matriarch” term advisedly, as she has foaled no fewer than nine chilluns (!!!) while working the sheep farm.

Here she is:

When not in farm gear, she doesn’t look too bad, either:

When asked how she still manages to look so good, she apparently replied, “chasing lambs, fakery and underwear” (which automatically endeared her to me, by the way).

She and her husband have split up, incidentally, but she still works the farm with him.

Gratuitous Gun Pic: Volquartsen Scorpion (.22 Win Mag)

Just when I thought I was getting too old for gun lust, this damn thing comes along at, of course, Collectors:

It’s a little too “operator” for my taste, but every millimeter of this Volquartsen Scorpion just exudes quality and accuracy.  I didn’t even know they made semi-auto pistols anymore.

And yes, .22 Win Mag is too expensive to shoot, blah blah blah.  Don’t care, because I have well over 1,000 rounds lurking in Ye Olde Ammoe Locquere, and I’ll never shoot it all with just a bolt-action rifle.

Want.

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...and we thought irony was out of fashion.


...if I had anything to do with missiles over Japan, they’d be going in the opposite direction.


...California Loses AgainTo Africa lol.


...moving to Arkansas lol.


...allow me to respond:

 

And speaking of going under:


...let me know when it reaches $0.00.


...I’m trying to see the problem here...


...so what?  Tortellini, linguine, macaroni, ziti, spaghetti, whatever — it’s all the same tasteless shit, just shaped differently.


...this despite sitting on huge coal deposits and natural gas reserves.


...I always liked Rickman.


...you go, girlWe all figured long ago that both your parents were compete assholes, only interested in taking your money.

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...and here she is:

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