Pallas’s cat is a small wild cat having a broad but patchy distribution in the grasslands and montane steppe of Central Asia. The species is negatively affected by habitat degradation, prey base decline, and hunting, and has therefore been classified as ‘Near Threatened’ by IUCN since 2002.
LOL, nameing someone idiot would be really bad, because people would call them idiot.
Reason #572167849321 why I can’t stand my city.
Estevan is an industrial city, with two power stations and tons of oilfield businesses to work at. However, a lot of the businesses here can’t find people to work for them in this city, so we get a lot of transients - people who’ve never been to this kind of city, which is essentially an oversized village, coming in for work in the oilfield or on the power stations. Lots of these transients don’t comprehend the slow pacing here and act as though they own the place and everyone should cater to them.
So it’s nice to get a good concert in our new arena so we can all just forget the shit we put up with and have some fucking fun.
But then some random drunk fucker gets on stage and topples Mick Mars, the 62 year old guitarist for Motley Crue. Mick has a condition called ankylosing spondylitis, a painful condition that slowly fuses the bones of the spine together. Mick can’t twist his upper torso, and thus he had no chance of saving himself in the fall when the motherfucker went beelining for Vince Neil.
If you are a Crue fan, please don’t treat Estevan poorly; as shitty a place as it is, it’s only made so by the fucking punks that don’t really live here. For those of us that call Estevan home, we’re really sorry, and if we see the fucker anywhere we promise to fuck him right up for you.