Sean Lennon's Acoustic version...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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Remember forest gump? "Damn Coons are trying to get in the schools!" "Coons get on our porch all the time, momma just brushes em off wit a broom..." "Not RAccoons forrest, N****RS." I don't remember the move that well but that line was funny as hell.
Anyway Aren't possums little punk animals that play dead? I've only seen one possum running places at a time. But Raccoons are like a burglar team. They have floor plans and hand signals like little tiny navy seals. "TARGET SPOTTED....Coordinates 1-3-2 Aplha Charlie Delta..." OOOOH I'm retarded.
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