grrr says the coon. grrrrrrowwwwwl. and then he tries to attack me from behind! bastard! of course quickly he changes him mind in the whole enemy/friend categorical index when i hold out my hand full of tasty, tasty cat food. who’s the biotch now, mr coon?
speaking of things that go grrr though. i have actually managed to chemically burn my scalp. my hairdresser was so mad at me. i guess that’s what happens when you dye it one weekend, dye it again the next weekend, and then dye it three times in one weekend 2 weekends after the last dye job. overusage of the hair aisle, i’m telling you: learn from my mistakes. it’s fucking itchy! and it makes me go grrrrrr coon grrrrr!
Poor ‘lil guy. He looks like when animals attack and shit.
yeah there was a brief moment where i contemplated the fact that he might be about to jump me. it was a little scary.
possibly i should be less flippant and a little more terrifed. he could prob do some serious damage to me.
big time. racoons eat people and dogs.
they drown dogs too. ha ha ha ha! that’s not funny.
BWAH HA HA!
it is SO, SO funny.
hee hee. good times. good times.