This is war

I was driving home tonight and the fuckers threw a new twist at me.

Rain, sleet, fog, driving winds, fine, bring it on I can handle it.

However, I was not prepared for the raccoon dragging a large stick across the road. A stick!



I think the furry little asshole was trying to build a roadblock. I can only surmise that the woodland creatures now have an active contract out on my life.

It was probably some hit-man raccoon trying to collect. Well, good luck, motherfuckers, because it's on now.

It's so on.