Ockla - The worst kind of human. Like a burnt toast and a broken ala

The worst kind of human. Like a burnt toast and a broken alarm clock in the same body.

My friend's uncle is an ockla. He wears pajamas to work and calls it a fashion statement.

My sister is an ockla. She talks to her phone like it's her best friend.

My neighbor's kid is an ockla. He draws on the walls and calls it art.