A friend who grew up in Virginia told me a story about his grandpa. Admitted gramps was a bit racist but in this story was simply talking about raccoons.
Out at a family dinner and lots of other people in the restaurant including quite a few black families. Gramps start rambling on about how once you get coons in your neighborhood, you just can’t get rid of them.
So explain this to me, pod. If the raccoons are smart enough to figure out that spinning the plate gets the food out, logic follows that they would figure out that the dumbass who climbs the pole gets filled with lead. So why not just camp out and shoot the little fuckers? Make yourself a badass Davey Crockett hat. Or am I missing something here?
So explain this to me, pod. If the raccoons are smart enough to figure out that spinning the plate gets the food out, logic follows that they would figure out that the dumbass who climbs the pole gets filled with lead. So why not just camp out and shoot the little fuckers? Make yourself a badass Davey Crockett hat. Or am I missing something here?
So explain this to me, pod. If the raccoons are smart enough to figure out that spinning the plate gets the food out, logic follows that they would figure out that the dumbass who climbs the pole gets filled with lead. So why not just camp out and shoot the little fuckers? Make yourself a badass Davey Crockett hat. Or am I missing something here?
You should loan him your kittig CAT! J.
I guess that depends on whether @SECDAWG wants mein kitty running a full service raccoon brothel on his property.
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Out at a family dinner and lots of other people in the restaurant including quite a few black families. Gramps start rambling on about how once you get coons in your neighborhood, you just can’t get rid of them.
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