There was a racoon in my trashcan a few months back and when I walked out there to see if he was still there, he rose up on that trash can and looked about 5 feet tall. I'm telling you, he was huge. I got a big stick and beat it on the ground to scare him off and it's like I wasn't even there. That thing was a menace.
I just threw up in my mouth...... Possum's look like the animal kingdom's version of crystal meth addicts, all crusty and diseased like they have dead man walking syndrome.....I would rather eat a hot iron.
Wussy city girls... I bet you nitpick until you get taken to your favorite restaurant. My gf has this delusion that store bought chicken is different and better than choppin their heads off ourselves. I told her yeh their different, DIY chickens are healthier, happier, and taste much better. In my perfect word i'd be out hunting and trapping to fill my freezer, hate the grocery stores for anything other than soda.
lmao. That's a pretty accurate description in my book. Supa, I ain't doubting grandma's cooking. I believe they're good (if you say so). They're just butt ugly to me and I couldn't eat one unless I was literally starving, maybe. You probably know this but they're also known to carry rabies. They can also be a huge menace in people's attics- so I read. They'll raise kits there.
I ran over a coon my sophomore year of high school in my dads car. Broke the steering rod down under the car near the front tire I hit the coon with. Dude was massive for a coon, and did some decent damage to the wheel area of the car. My dad was not the happiest of individuals.
Unfortunately we live in reality where I'm low maintenance and about as good a sport as you'll ever find and you'd loose that bet..... also in a perfect "word" educated guys spell it with an "L" somewhere mixed in......but hey have another soda.
