Thursday Night Smackdown Blogging

I’ve been trying to stay up later, to do more work. So far it hasn’t worked out very well. It seems like every time I have more than a cup or two of Handsome Raccoon’s coffee, I fall asleep. I wonder if I’m coming down with something, or if the handsome little devil’s been using decafzsdybhdsfji::oiyhuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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“PEOPLE OF THE INTERNETS!!!

This name misunderstanding is one I have perpetuated, in order to gain access to the mass communications technology at the Casa Aloha! To prevent Dario Tsunami from finding out my true intentions, this text WILL ONLY BE VISIBLE TO YOU!

I am not the Handsome Raccoon, I am, THE PHANTOM RACCOON! Champion of the Dry, Oppressed, and land-based mammals! Hero to Garbage Scavengers! And soon…(with the power of computers) to be your RACCOON OVERLORD!

I command smores to be made! I command silken slippers to be placed on my feet! I command a bowl be filled with water, so that I may lap at it and quench my thirst! Damn, he’s waking up…END TRANSMISSION!”


Wow, that was weird. SO, me and raccoon were kicking back for our usual Thursday night WWE SMACKDOWN wrestling…and the handsome little guy said the cutest thing, get this guys…he said, “That Big-Show fellow, would be a welcome addition to my armies of darkness!!!” Then the Undertaker came out to fight JBL or someone, and he just stopped talking altogether. His little paws clenched and unclenched as the match went on. It seemed as though he was trying to learn some of the moves…I think the little guy’s trying to figure out how to become a pro-wrestler!