I was driving turning a corner, this huge fat basterd of a recoon was trying to run but was more like a waddle. He could barely trot away from my car. Made me basically stop and i had to wait till the basterd walked tried to run away. He was so fat I couldn't believe my eyes. That one eats ver very well.
was driving to work or a party one night and smoked a big one with the tires right in front of a long line of tourists with the camper trailers. the brake lights in my mirror made the night.



















































