I live in New York City, and I’ve seen some fucked up shit in my day. But this is probably the fucked-uppiest of them all.
A friend of ours lives on the third floor of a brownstone in Brooklyn. She awoke to carnage in her kitchen. Crap all over the floor, almost like a break-in. Turns out, it was a break-in. A raccoon break-in.
She found the raccoon. It looked like this.
Yes. It was dead.
Dude! Isn’t that fucked up?
Whoa.
Dude, I would have some serious PTSD if I found a dead raccoon in my silverware drawer. How the fuck does that even happen?
huh? wtf? i’m so confused.
I was working diligently to get that image OUT of my head, and then you ambushed me with it here. Thanks, Dan.