All of my raccoons met a tragic end.

you being a shitty negligent coon-dad

In my country we have a saying about how women shouldn't throw stones in glass houses because they'll girly-throw it, miss the window, and bring the whole house down on top of them.

There's nothing I love more than seeing the look on a foid's face when I tell her that I care more about this cat than her and she realizes I'm not joking. Humans need to be taken down a couple notches sometimes.

Pizzashill is always right

Ladies and gentlemen, Pizza has caught, and compromised, Snuggles the raccoon, to a permanent end

"Cute raccoon, looks very sweet!"

"So glad you liked Timmy! 🦝 Unfortunately he was put to death by lethal injection for perpetrating one of the most heinous terror attacks on American soil, killing 168 people in an effort to secure a future for White America."

Snickers was a cat not a raccoon.

All of the ones I've raised personally are either dead or disappeared and assumed dead from car accidents. The wild raccoons are still alive.

Peanut was released and came back a year later for about a month.

Sylvester had a brain injury when I got him.

Muffin lived with me for about two years, went off on her own, then came back a year later for about a month.

One, Two, and Four died of parvovirus.

Boy and Girl lived with me for a year but disappeared once they hit puberty and haven't been back.

Yes they died of a horribly painful disease which caused their flesh to fall apart and rot off their bodies until they collapsed and suffocated to death.

He's literally posting bestiality of dead animals lmao