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Punching Bag Bitch, cry and whine your way into oblivion. |
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my pet raccoon...
The story begins about two weeks ago. I have been waking up in the middle of the night every couple of nights to noises of the dry cat food container being knocked over and opened and *crunch**crunch* and I usually get up to put food in the catdish thinking it was one of the seven cats in the house. Said cat always makes a run for the kitty door in the basement door.
Last night, woke up again to food being spill on the floor and I got up to stop the cat and feed it and it fled out the kitty door. I wondered which insane cat of ours is doing this every other night, so I grab my glasses and open the back door to see no cat. I enter slowly more into the backyard not to scare the cat away. Right infront of the shed was this GIANT HUNGRY raccoon looking right at me. I think it's time to lock the kitty door at night eh? ps. named the raccoon 'bandit' |
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He keeps stealing, making him the Bandit. And raccoons have bandit like markings on their face. CARRIE YOU ARE MY FAVORITE EVAR, AND THE SMARTEST, I LOVE YOU! <3 |
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I did not make this thread to have some girls who I don't give a fuck about yapping about me about what level of bitch I should be at.
If you have a comment about my story, and my new pet raccoon, then I would love to hear it except when it's negative. if you don't like what I named my pet raccoon, go get your own and name him something else. |
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I would love to invite you honey, but it isn't something I can invite you to. I will explain via msn. ps - her name isn't ms.tarantula, it is ms.trashantula, get it right Carrie, heesh. pps - LOVE YOU! |
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Then when I call you on over-reacting apparently I'm "yapping"...CHILL, girl, it's all good. People can disagree without having a deathmatch. |
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