Last night I had a visit from my favorite Coonies, Giggles and Shadow and their white trash mama. She is a cracker crackhead and will steal food right from her kids hands and run off. Kind of like if Britney Spears was a raccoon.
Anyway, Shadow let me pet him on the head a couple times and I went outside and hung out with them for a bit. Another raccoon came and they made fighting noises. I tried to shoo the other coon away, but he wasn't scared of me at all, just looked at me like "what? do you have me confused with someone else?" Turns out it was one of the sixers and he wasn't taking me seriously at all. My coonie cred is trashed. Or solid, depending how you look at it.
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