Just Your Typical Thundercats Ho

Today I had planned on writing a blog about how every woman has "Jaguar mode". No, this has nothing to do with "cougars" or anything of the sort. Jaguar mode is when a woman gets so incredibly irrate that when she yells or screams she no longer sounds like a human being, but like a wildcat singing a thrashmetal song. This tends to be a very rare experience and only happens when a women is as angry as she can possibly be.

To better describe this, I had clips from two movies in mind, but I couldn't find the second one that I needed. First bit from was Forgetting Sarah Marshall. There is a scene about two-thirds of the way though the movie where Rachel encounters her ex-boy friend and more or less flips shit on him. I found that clip and will post it below.
The second bit was from Knocked Up. In that scene, the character Allison screams mercilessly at a rather confused Seth Rogen in a gynecology office. Unfortunately I could not find the clip from that.
But, those were my two best examples of women going into jaguar mode.
It really is a terrifying experience.

Here is the clip from Forgetting Sarah Marshall. It is relatively short, but the part that I speak of is only within the last 10 seconds or so, and she only does it for about 3 seconds, as jaguar mode rarely lasts longer than that.

Well, I suppose after all of that I did make the post I had originally planned on. So now you may carry on with your lives.

Good day.

Oh, and if you are curious as to what sound I am refering to, is would be this, which is technically a bobcat:

Chips and Dip

My house currently smells of sage and ranch dip. Funny what all the different characters I know can bring to the table. Well. The coffee table.
Or, perhaps, the RP table.

The drama is ever ensuing as always. The continuous battles of people and their miscommunication, lack of loyalty, and pride that coils their ever bending spine.
Surely they must know that they are indeed weakening themselves with the useless, self absorbed pressure that they place upon their own shoulders. They must see this in one way or another, if not I can;t help but feel some kind of pity for them. Sympathy, no. With hands like shovels they did themselves into a pit, then soon a grave for their own esteem and honor, buried face to the ground.
Alas, off to RP and eat ranch dressing. I have not time for these petty issues.