Tag: raccoon

Love Bite or Zombie Coon? You Be The Judge.


…brains… nomnomnom… brains… blonde… gnarfgnarfgnarf…

[Found here.]

Can ‘Coon

[Found here. Tip o’ the tarboosh to Carolyn R.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 144 – Raccoon Hops, Pool Surfing, Cat’s Balloons

[Found here, and on a .gif site with NSFW/K pr0n ads.]

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[Found in here.]

Checking the Lotto

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If I had all the money I ever spent on lottery tickets… oh wait, I do. You can get better odds in Las Vegas, and that city was built on odds. You want 2 to 1 odds? Go to the racetrack, and you won’t get it there either. [More below the break.]

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The .Gif Friday Post No.102 – Rooster Cat Fight, Splash Kangaroo and a Very Tacky Raccoon

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Dang. I’d love to take credit for that last one, but it ain’t mine.

[Update: Apparently the last animation is by HappyToast.]

[Found here, here and here.]

Stump Bunk

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We’re up to about 17 regular viewers here after thousands of hours of effort, and it’s starting to pay off.  As we drift aimlessly into Our Third Annum of existance, our Crack Team of Webminers suggested another poll.  It’s a very simple yes/no thingy, and it’s free.

CTW thought we might want to venture into the realm of comments, i.e., post nothing of substance, but use the post itself as a comment generator.

We’re gonna ignore the poll for now, but leave your pertinent questions in the comments section and we’ll respond after leaving the toilet seat up and flushing with our feet. Depending on the volume (of questions) we may answer all in one post, or spread them out over the lawn to hose ’em down later.

Let’s Get This Party Started!

Ok, for all of you who do not know me, I’m Finicky Penguin, administrator extraordinaire of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Soda, and I only have 3 things to say now…

First off, I have the keys and I’ll gladly pass them to the highest bidder.

Second, once I’m done here, this blog’ll most likely look like this:

Thanks.

Lastly, you all must vote in this poll:

Happy New Year 2008! A New Century!

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New Year’s resolutions. Hmmm. Good God there are so many to choose from and so many to ignore and reject. Okeh, I got a couple:

I shall endeavor to be more ascerbic.

I shall wake up when I want to, not when electricity tells me to.

I shall quit giving the cat rides in the dryer if it hasn’t gone in there voluntarily, and if it does, I shall provide a blanket to cushion it.

I shall stop complaining about cat hair on my chonis.

I shall personally snag the livers from the huge turkeys my lovely wife purchases only two times a year for the holidays and I shall cook them up with butter and eat them in private without telling anyone.

I shall not feel guilty when I snicker to myself.

I shall briefly consider presidential candidate endorsements from Chuck Norris, Oprah Winfrey, Barbara Streisand, and whatsisface (you know, that guy, the funny one who doesn’t write his own material) and ignore those endorsements altogether as idiocy, and shall vote for a candidate and issues that they do not support.

I shall continue to combat the forces of evil, and shall pay my bills on time, with the understanding that giving in does not equate to surrender.

I shall fart when and where I want to, and not when or where others think I should, because it’s none of their business, and it’s completely out of their control anyway.

I shall relieve stress, in the aforementioned way, and other ways that I’m not inclined to let you in on.

Those are way too many resolutions for me, but I’ll keep them… to myself.

Wish y’all and yours a prosperous New Year from Tacky Raccoons.

–Your Pal, Bunk.

[Image from here via here.]

Finally a Raccoon Banner

Middle of the night. Tired. You just passed through the woods from Gramma’s house, and crossed over the river. You see him in your headlights. He’s there, standing in the middle of the road. He dares you to hit him, knowing that your wife and kids are in the car, not quite asleep. You slowly brake to a stop, wondering what to do next. Defiance charges the air with electrical impulses unseen in the damp humid darkness, felt only by the hairs on your unshaven back. You can’t back down, yet you recoil after coiling. That haunting apparition…

[Good God. Will Someone PLEASE finish this in the Comments Section? Otherwise it’s just gonna get worse, and I don’t wanna take responsibility for what might happen next.]

[Image source here, via Your Daily Awesome.]