This blog follows Raoul, otherwise known as "the mayor", and his humans, John and Donna, through their daily life adventures.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
My Racoon!
Every night I "kill" this racoon. Once he's dead I can hold him in my jaws as I lazily fall asleep. There's nothing better than the feel of a dead racoon as one drifts off to sleep.
Every night I "kill" this racoon. Once he's dead I can hold him in my jaws as I lazily fall asleep. There's nothing better than the feel of a dead racoon as one drifts off to sleep.
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