Welp, your old buddy woodchip has a softer side. Been watching a momma raccoon sauntering around the back shed for the last couple of weeks. Just towards dusk she came back and climbed a tree where I have the bird feeder. So on a whim i grabbed a handful of cat food and went out and placed the food at the base of tree. She was only about 10 feet up and looking at me so I made a few raccoon sounds (I used to have a pet raccoon when I was a kid so I learned their linga fraca ) at her letting her know dinner was served. She merely looked at me like I was some kinda nut. Anyway when I went back in the house momma 'coon came down the tree and ate the freebe meal. So know I'm going to see if she'll get used to me by putting out food when she comes around. I'll update as the situation warrants so I may be necroising this post from time to time. I'm getting to be a regular Dr. Dolittle. Eat your heart out Flabby Chick.
<-- Hopes it's part of god's plan that the female raccoon is a rabid liberal who bites woodchip, and he eventually turns the entire internet towards raccoon voting rights.... perhaps even government issued cat food to feed the poor slobs.
Will Robinson wrote:Admit it, you're just trying to fatten her up so you an have some 'coon stew
Actually I used to be more famous for my porcupine stew...for the girlymen I'd skin the porcupine, debone the meat (ya with me on this part Copsey? ) and stew it up. For my more macho biker friends I'd just stew it up quills and all.
So if I don't stew a raccoon Iâ??m a "girly man"? Thatâ??s hilarious....
I ain't gettin' any if that's what you mean. But Jesus picked the lottery numbers. Iâ??ve never really been with a woman before, let alone a woman who would let me stew a raccoon.
Is that a fetish? Do I have to get a tattoo with my honorary â??DJâ?
I have a great voice like you do... but no sense of taste (sucks don't it). ;-0 Itâ??s our cancer my friend.
You are prolly young enough to over come it if you conform to those darned t-shirts and play a lot of gigs.
But rock is tough; you have to be real because the genre is wasted, used, and played out. If you can pull off a real performance I will jig all over myself. But thatâ??s a tough order.
If anything, I just want to write good music. Whether it's what radio/recordlabels like whatever. I live for the live performance. There's no high greater than people singing to the music that you've written.
Well momma was back again. I walked to within 15 feet before she slowly climbed up the tree. I made sure she was looking at me when I put the food down. Went back and stood on the deck while she came down and started to eat my liberal dole.
) at her letting her know dinner was served. She merely looked at me like I was some kinda nut. Anyway when I went back in the house momma 'coon came down the tree and ate the freebe meal. So know I'm going to see if she'll get used to me by putting out food when she comes around. I'll update as the situation warrants so I may be necroising this post from time to time. I'm getting to be a regular Dr. Dolittle. Eat your heart out Flabby Chick. 
) and stew it up. For my more macho biker friends I'd just stew it up quills and all. 
