January 17th 2006 1:48 am
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I know, life is good, I get to hang with my bros and hos with my doggy caretaker. But Jackson, Jackson would wait until I was under the corner of the porch before he'd poke that sumbitch racoon with the stick. Mofo landed right next to me, dazed, and I got a nice, tasty bite into his fat, furry hide.

I think Jackson's going to be a bit more willing to smack those racoon bitches down next time, and I bet I kill one and get to eat it like a real beast. He knows he was shortchanging me with the roast beef bones, and that fresh meat tastes best.