Things you have an irrational hatred of

[Bammer]

Cats > dogs.

But also, nah.

Both good animals that deserve to be celebrated. It's just that cat haters are always the most dull-brained people

Hate.

[knee tunes]

pit bulls aren't dogs. they are mistakes.

That's crazy. Pit bulls are cute and cool

[Jorge]

Cats > dogs.

But also, nah.

Both good animals that deserve to be celebrated. It's just that cat haters are always the most dull-brained people

Hate.

Like I said

[Higgs]

pit bulls aren't dogs. they are mistakes.

That's crazy. Pit bulls are cute and cool

No they are not. They are indeed abominations.

[Jorge]

How about Bernese mountain dogs

[Ello Sailor]

All dawgs are good dawgs.

[epilogue]

How often do you come across their work that you've developed an irrational hatred?

I'm not a huge fan but it's not like they're hard to ignore

I don't see them referenced that much anymore, but when I do I lose a lot of respect for the person who likes them.

[BurtReynolds]

pit bulls aren't dogs. they are mistakes.

That's crazy. Pit bulls are cute and cool

No they are not. They are indeed abominations.

Awwww how cute. It's smiling.

[JuanHamm]

How often do you come across their work that you've developed an irrational hatred?

I'm not a huge fan but it's not like they're hard to ignore

I don't see them referenced that much anymore, but when I do I lose a lot of respect for the person who likes them.

Sorry friend, I don't really mean that. I was just posting in a bad mood.

[dad]

I had a cat growing up that would lay on my head and lick my face like a dog.

wait a minute...

you let your cat lick your face, likely after licking its own genitals or butthole, yet i'm the gross one for occasionally picking up my dog's dried poop to toss over the fence?

lol at you holding yourself to a child’s hygiene standards/knowledge

lol at you using that as an excuse for not knowing any better. i'm sure you were young and naive and no adult human ever brought it to your attention.

anything to hold onto high ground.

[Bammer]

I had a cat growing up that would lay on my head and lick my face like a dog.

wait a minute...

you let your cat lick your face, likely after licking its own genitals or butthole, yet i'm the gross one for occasionally picking up my dog's dried poop to toss over the fence?

lol at you holding yourself to a child’s hygiene standards/knowledge

lol at you using that as an excuse for not knowing any better. i'm sure you were young and naive and no adult human ever brought it to your attention.

anything to hold onto high ground.

Weird energy report!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

That tweet wasn't a spoiler at all you big baby

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[knee tunes]

pit bulls aren't dogs. they are mistakes.

That's crazy. Pit bulls are cute and cool

No they are not. They are indeed abominations.

They are cute and cute
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRsS95pN/

[B]

Videos that tell me to "wait for it."

[knee tunes]

Videos that tell me to "wait for it."

"wait for this", and then I hang up

[doug rr]

I've met a few nice pit bulls but I also have a 4 inch life long scar on my left bicep where one attacked me in Central Park and hung on my arm for awhile...

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Pit bulls can go f themselves.

[dad]

I had a cat growing up that would lay on my head and lick my face like a dog.

wait a minute...

you let your cat lick your face, likely after licking its own genitals or butthole, yet i'm the gross one for occasionally picking up my dog's dried poop to toss over the fence?

lol at you holding yourself to a child’s hygiene standards/knowledge

lol at you using that as an excuse for not knowing any better. i'm sure you were young and naive and no adult human ever brought it to your attention.

anything to hold onto high ground.

I was in a shitty mood yesterday when I made that first post, and an even shittier one this morning before replying.

Not the best time to post at all.

bottom line, I'm sorry spike.