There is much more to this story but I'll ff to the end. My brother had just finished the worst deer hunt of his life. The story is long and absolutely hilarious. Anyway, it is right at dark and as he reaches over the side of his truck to put his bow away, three coons go flying out of there, scaring the crap out of him. :runaway: :runaway: :runaway:He had some corn and some apple syrup in the back that he had been using for bait. The coons had got the lid off the syrup and broke open the bag of corn and it was all scattered in a big sticky corn mess in the bed of his truck. He reached in the cab, grabbed his 45 and emptied it into the trees in the direction the coons had run. Pretty sure he didn't hit a damn thing.
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
my roommate also keeps raccoons as pets... he says they go crazy when they are about 3 years old because they want sexytime so bad :dunno:
So in the way back times of the late 90's I was camping in Acadia Nat'l park in Maine with my old boyfriend. We were chillin' by our fire drinking some captain and having a little of :BigToke: which made us crack into our s'mores stash. As we're enjoying our treats we hear some rustling in the bushes; a raccoon approaches us, we freak out, because he's totally close and keeps coming closer, we toss some rocks his way. He kept coming, we took off fearing it was going to "bite my calf", instead it grabbed the bag of marshmellows and took off.
Then a few minutes later we had regained some composure and we could hear him munching our 'mellows, soon enough he was coming back for more, this time I picked up a big rock and shotputted it toward the raccoon, but instead of landing near it, the rock landed on it and he spatted out like a cartoon, but rebounded and scurried off.
Then I freaked out because I thought he was going to come back for blood and really bite my calf, so we went to bed after my boyfriend peed around the outside of the tent to prevent him from attacking us in the night.
I often wake up in the morning to find little paw prints all over my car, which is kinda weird.
Also, I've been 'coon hunting one time in my life. One got shot in the head and had half his brains hanging out but refused to die. Just sat there pissed as balls. Don't worry, this wasn't a nice, cuddly 'coon, but was a mean douchey one.
I often wake up in the morning to find little paw prints all over my car, which is kinda weird.
Also, I've been 'coon hunting one time in my life. One got shot in the head and had half his brains hanging out but refused to die. Just sat there pissed as balls. Don't worry, this wasn't a nice, cuddly 'coon, but was a mean douchey one.
Remind me to kick your ass if we ever meet in person
I was over at my parents house the other night and their cat was just chilling by the sliding glass door.
All of a sudden there is a huge thump and the cat takes off across the room. I look over and there is a fox knocked the frack out on our back porch.Apparently it ran full speed at the cat not realizing there was a glass door between the two.
After about 5 minutes it awoke from its slumber and strolled off. I would like to think a coon hungry for some pussy would of been clever enough to open the door. :dunno:
Agreed that raccoons are smart. Actually Raccoons have 3 main personality traits: Smartness, fear of pee (urine), and a strong desire for vengeance when they feel they have been wronged.
I could be able to contribute decent stories to threads about black bears, opossums, squirrels, peccaries, howler monkeys, fer de lance, fruit bats, vampire bats, rattlesnakes, coati, echidnas, cane toads, sea lions, or rabbits.
I ran away from my home in Topeka in the month of May, when I was just a boy. I left with only a penknife, a ball of cord, a hatchet, $40 I had saved selling magazine subscriptions, and a flint and steel set that I had purchased at a Chinese merchant's store in the Potwin area of Topeka.
I got a ride with a man driving a truck South of Overbrook in search of my family's farm in Osage County. I spent a lonely first night in my small hemlock lean-to (a small tent-like structure that consists of a hemlock bow and a stump). I caught five catfish, but I failed to start a fire to cook them.
In the morning, I climbed a hill and discovered a small cottage near my cold and uncomfortable camp—it was the residence of an old man named Bill. Bill showed the me how to prepare and cook his fish and—more important—how to make proper use of the flint and steel with which I had been unable to make a fire the night before. Unfortunately, it seemed like Bill had low confidence in me.
Finding my family farm, I established a dwelling in the stump of an immense old hemlock tree. I used a hand-axe and fire to expand a natural hollow into a home with space for a bed, stores of gathered foodstuffs, and even a small fireplace.
As the summer passed, my skills and knowledge of the Osage County prairie and of survival grew. I learned to live off the land by hunting small game and deer and by gathering a wide variety of edible plants and nuts. I made clothes, bedding, and other useful things from deer hide and rabbit fur.
I lived a free life in the wilderness for more than a year with my pet, a peregrine falcon named Frightful, whom I had captured as a chick and hand-reared. My neighbors in the forest included the free-ranging musteline "Baron" Weasel, and a raccoon that I named Jessie Coon James.
Those were heady days, to be certain...
I ran away from my home in Topeka in the month of May, when I was just a boy. I left with only a penknife, a ball of cord, a hatchet, $40 I had saved selling magazine subscriptions, and a flint and steel set that I had purchased at a Chinese merchant's store in the Potwin area of Topeka.
I got a ride with a man driving a truck South of Overbrook in search of my family's farm in Osage County. I spent a lonely first night in my small hemlock lean-to (a small tent-like structure that consists of a hemlock bow and a stump). I caught five catfish, but I failed to start a fire to cook them.
In the morning, I climbed a hill and discovered a small cottage near my cold and uncomfortable camp—it was the residence of an old man named Bill. Bill showed the me how to prepare and cook his fish and—more important—how to make proper use of the flint and steel with which I had been unable to make a fire the night before. Unfortunately, it seemed like Bill had low confidence in me.
Finding my family farm, I established a dwelling in the stump of an immense old hemlock tree. I used a hand-axe and fire to expand a natural hollow into a home with space for a bed, stores of gathered foodstuffs, and even a small fireplace.
As the summer passed, my skills and knowledge of the Osage County prairie and of survival grew. I learned to live off the land by hunting small game and deer and by gathering a wide variety of edible plants and nuts. I made clothes, bedding, and other useful things from deer hide and rabbit fur.
I lived a free life in the wilderness for more than a year with my pet, a peregrine falcon named Frightful, whom I had captured as a chick and hand-reared. My neighbors in the forest included the free-ranging musteline "Baron" Weasel, and a raccoon that I named Jessie Coon James.
Those were heady days, to be certain...
MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN! Personal fave of sd's literary youth.
I ran away from my home in Topeka in the month of May, when I was just a boy. I left with only a penknife, a ball of cord, a hatchet, $40 I had saved selling magazine subscriptions, and a flint and steel set that I had purchased at a Chinese merchant's store in the Potwin area of Topeka.
I got a ride with a man driving a truck South of Overbrook in search of my family's farm in Osage County. I spent a lonely first night in my small hemlock lean-to (a small tent-like structure that consists of a hemlock bow and a stump). I caught five catfish, but I failed to start a fire to cook them.
In the morning, I climbed a hill and discovered a small cottage near my cold and uncomfortable camp—it was the residence of an old man named Bill. Bill showed the me how to prepare and cook his fish and—more important—how to make proper use of the flint and steel with which I had been unable to make a fire the night before. Unfortunately, it seemed like Bill had low confidence in me.
Finding my family farm, I established a dwelling in the stump of an immense old hemlock tree. I used a hand-axe and fire to expand a natural hollow into a home with space for a bed, stores of gathered foodstuffs, and even a small fireplace.
As the summer passed, my skills and knowledge of the Osage County prairie and of survival grew. I learned to live off the land by hunting small game and deer and by gathering a wide variety of edible plants and nuts. I made clothes, bedding, and other useful things from deer hide and rabbit fur.
I lived a free life in the wilderness for more than a year with my pet, a peregrine falcon named Frightful, whom I had captured as a chick and hand-reared. My neighbors in the forest included the free-ranging musteline "Baron" Weasel, and a raccoon that I named Jessie Coon James.
Those were heady days, to be certain...
MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN! Personal fave of sd's literary youth.
I have no idea what you are talking about. It was a very formative time for me. I "came of age" that year.
any good stories with jessie, pete? it'd be great to see someone take sd down a peg on raccoon stories.
any good stories with jessie, pete? it'd be great to see someone take sd down a peg on raccoon stories.
You didn't like my story? Just think about it for a while and you will see how amazing it is.
Raccoons are mean, nasty, vicious creatures, and I like to pop a cap in 'em whenever I get a chance. Those who view them as sweet, cuddly "pets" are f*cked in the head.
:crazy:
I ran away from my home in Topeka in the month of May, when I was just a boy. I left with only a penknife, a ball of cord, a hatchet, $40 I had saved selling magazine subscriptions, and a flint and steel set that I had purchased at a Chinese merchant's store in the Potwin area of Topeka.
I got a ride with a man driving a truck South of Overbrook in search of my family's farm in Osage County. I spent a lonely first night in my small hemlock lean-to (a small tent-like structure that consists of a hemlock bow and a stump). I caught five catfish, but I failed to start a fire to cook them.
In the morning, I climbed a hill and discovered a small cottage near my cold and uncomfortable camp—it was the residence of an old man named Bill. Bill showed the me how to prepare and cook his fish and—more important—how to make proper use of the flint and steel with which I had been unable to make a fire the night before. Unfortunately, it seemed like Bill had low confidence in me.
Finding my family farm, I established a dwelling in the stump of an immense old hemlock tree. I used a hand-axe and fire to expand a natural hollow into a home with space for a bed, stores of gathered foodstuffs, and even a small fireplace.
As the summer passed, my skills and knowledge of the Osage County prairie and of survival grew. I learned to live off the land by hunting small game and deer and by gathering a wide variety of edible plants and nuts. I made clothes, bedding, and other useful things from deer hide and rabbit fur.
I lived a free life in the wilderness for more than a year with my pet, a peregrine falcon named Frightful, whom I had captured as a chick and hand-reared. My neighbors in the forest included the free-ranging musteline "Baron" Weasel, and a raccoon that I named Jessie Coon James.
Those were heady days, to be certain...
My 1st wife (obviously the "ex"), when just out of high school, swerved to avoid a 'coon one night. Her car went off the road and rolled. She ended up breaking her back, pelvis and femur. She ended up in a coma, having a rod put in her femur and was on crutches for months. Almost killed her. I love that 'coon.
My 1st wife (obviously the "ex"), when just out of high school, swerved to avoid a 'coon one night. Her car went off the road and rolled. She ended up breaking her back, pelvis and femur. She ended up in a coma, having a rod put in her femur and was on crutches for months. Almost killed her. I love that 'coon.
Are you fully qualified to be giving a teen a ride to the football games?
Raccoons are mean, nasty, vicious creatures, and I like to pop a cap in 'em whenever I get a chance. Those who view them as sweet, cuddly "pets" are f*cked in the head.
:crazy:
hey bro, enjoy getting your ass kicked inside out by me whenever we meet. tia.
Raccoons are mean, nasty, vicious creatures, and I like to pop a cap in 'em whenever I get a chance. Those who view them as sweet, cuddly "pets" are f*cked in the head.
:crazy:
hey bro, enjoy getting your ass kicked inside out by me whenever we meet. tia.
Alligator Eats Raccoon :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRbwOEFYtmA&feature=related
My 1st wife (obviously the "ex"), when just out of high school, swerved to avoid a 'coon one night. Her car went off the road and rolled. She ended up breaking her back, pelvis and femur. She ended up in a coma, having a rod put in her femur and was on crutches for months. Almost killed her. I love that 'coon.
Are you fully qualified to be giving a teen a ride to the football games?
I'm allowed to dislike my ex. She was driving, sir, not me. Didn't even know the c*nt, then.
My 1st wife (obviously the "ex"), when just out of high school, swerved to avoid a 'coon one night. Her car went off the road and rolled. She ended up breaking her back, pelvis and femur. She ended up in a coma, having a rod put in her femur and was on crutches for months. Almost killed her. I love that 'coon.
Are you fully qualified to be giving a teen a ride to the football games?
I'm allowed to dislike my ex. She was driving, sir, not me. Didn't even know the c*nt, then.
Good point. Continue with the raccoon stories.
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Cutest story that I have ever heard. But please tell me that it was made up. Too sad of an ending. :'(
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Cutest story that I have ever heard. But please tell me that it was made up. Too sad of an ending. :'(
Nope, absolute fact. I pretty much GRCOAT'd show and tell every year with him.
Alligator Eats Raccoon :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRbwOEFYtmA&feature=related
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Cutest story that I have ever heard. But please tell me that it was made up. Too sad of an ending. :'(
Nope, absolute fact. I pretty much GRCOAT'd show and tell every year with him.
Well then why in the frack did you let something that sacred/cute run around your yard without any supervision? :curse:
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Cutest story that I have ever heard. But please tell me that it was made up. Too sad of an ending. :'(
Nope, absolute fact. I pretty much GRCOAT'd show and tell every year with him.
Well then why in the frack did you let something that sacred/cute run around your yard without any supervision? :curse:
:crybaby:
Had a pet raccoon growing up. It's mom died when it was a baby iirc and we just kept it. Like, from age 4 to 9 or something. Used to run after me when I went to get on the school bus and I'd have to hit the bus stairs at full speed and the driver slam the doors or he was going to school with me. He would sometimes wash food in the dogs water dish. He pretty much loved hotdogs more than any other food. Strange dave family rule was no cats/dogs in the house but raccoons are allowed. If you sat on the couch or a bench outside or something he would always crawl up on the back of it and rest his head on your shoulder. Amazingly adorable. Got hit by a truck while I was taking a nap one afternoon. I cried like a 9 year old who's Raccoon had gotten hit by a truck.
Cutest story that I have ever heard. But please tell me that it was made up. Too sad of an ending. :'(
Nope, absolute fact. I pretty much GRCOAT'd show and tell every year with him.
Well then why in the frack did you let something that sacred/cute run around your yard without any supervision? :curse:
:crybaby:
There is much more to this story but I'll ff to the end. My brother had just finished the worst deer hunt of his life. The story is long and absolutely hilarious. Anyway, it is right at dark and as he reaches over the side of his truck to put his bow away, three coons go flying out of there, scaring the crap out of him. :runaway: :runaway: :runaway:He had some corn and some apple syrup in the back that he had been using for bait. The coons had got the lid off the syrup and broke open the bag of corn and it was all scattered in a big sticky corn mess in the bed of his truck. He reached in the cab, grabbed his 45 and emptied it into the trees in the direction the coons had run. Pretty sure he didn't hit a damn thing.
Your bro sounds like a huge POS human.
Alligator Eats Raccoon :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRbwOEFYtmA&feature=related
And it's raccoon stories, not videos, JERK!!!
Alligator Eats Raccoon :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRbwOEFYtmA&feature=related
And it's raccoon stories, not videos, JERK!!!
OK, fine. Here's a story for you. Ever tried to have a vegetable garden while living in the country? I bet you haven't. Very tough to do if you have coons around. I've had entire patches of sweet corn decimated overnight. Same with watermelons and cantaloupe.
Also, if you ever want to store any grain on a truck for more than a day, you better make sure you park it in a building without any holes in it or else the coons will get in. More than once we have had coons get in the machine shed and pig out in the back of the wheat truck, then take a gigantic dump on the hood of the truck. And in many cases, several dumps in one night (not to mention knocking over all our tools in the process). :mad: They will do the same thing to your combine as well if you park it outside. Then we have had oats stored in the barn before, and they got in there and then crapped all over my sister's '67 Mustang. I hate those nasty bastards!!!!!
OK, fine. Here's a story for you. Ever tried to have a vegetable garden while living in the country? I bet you haven't. Very tough to do if you have coons around. I've had entire patches of sweet corn decimated overnight. Same with watermelons and cantaloupe.
Also, if you ever want to store any grain on a truck for more than a day, you better make sure you park it in a building without any holes in it or else the coons will get in.... I hate those nasty bastards!!!!!
Alligator Eats Raccoon :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRbwOEFYtmA&feature=related
And it's raccoon stories, not videos, JERK!!!
OK, fine. Here's a story for you. Ever tried to have a vegetable garden while living in the country? I bet you haven't. Very tough to do if you have coons around. I've had entire patches of sweet corn decimated overnight. Same with watermelons and cantaloupe.
Also, if you ever want to store any grain on a truck for more than a day, you better make sure you park it in a building without any holes in it or else the coons will get in. More than once we have had coons get in the machine shed and pig out in the back of the wheat truck, then take a gigantic dump on the hood of the truck. And in many cases, several dumps in one night (not to mention knocking over all our tools in the process). :mad: They will do the same thing to your combine as well if you park it outside. Then we have had oats stored in the barn before, and they got in there and then crapped all over my sister's '67 Mustang. I hate those nasty bastards!!!!!
YES! GO-RA-CO-ONS! Clap-clap-clapclapclap! GO-RA-CO-ONS! Clap-clap-clapclapclap!(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)(http://www.vpsingles.com/pics/raccoon.gif)
any good stories with jessie, pete? it'd be great to see someone take sd down a peg on raccoon stories.
You didn't like my story? Just think about it for a while and you will see how amazing it is.