I dunno about using a bat man; some of those furry woodland creatures are pretty damned tough. I tried to kill a possum after it bit me last year (it was hiding in a bag of cat food). I did everything I could to kill the thing and it wouldn’t die. I hit it with a bat several times and even jumped on the thing (I weigh 260). I tossed it in the woods once I thought it was dead. I went out about 20 minutes later, and the bastard had actually crawled away.
I thought you were going to say you killed some animal with a barbell or something.
HAHAHA! Funny, man. I like everybody’s replies, too. I don’t know how anybody could be afraid of a racoon. This WAS a joke post, right? BTW, I thought it was a “killed an animal with a dumbbell” thing, too. 
hah i had something similar happen a couple of years ago. psycho-raccoon on my poarch, i shoved it with a broom stick and it bit into it and held on for dear life, i couldn’t get it off so i just threw the broom outside and eventually it let go like 5 minutes later. hehe
newdamage said “nature’s hobo” that was funny as shit
Just remember:There is room for all Gods creatures…right next to the Mashed Potatoes.
Yep, I also figured you would tell us of how you put on some war-paint and destroyed some woodland creature with a sharpened barbell. Now that I think of it, that sounds kind of fun…
Tony Gorman
Right next to the mash potatoes-
That made me laugh!
What is the protien/carb/fat ratio of raccoon?
anybody?
What a funny story! The mainland has a lot of animals running around the place, huh…racoons, squirrels, deer, moose, T-Men…
I wonder if Dr. Berardi would classify Raccoon w/Mashed potatoes as an acceptable PWO meal?
Doctor0,
I don’t think he would. Raccoon is fatty and oily. If your on a mass building program it might be good for your fat/oil protein meal.
Wow. Sounds like quite the event.
We were going over to some people’s house for dinner. When we pulled up to the house there was a 'possum out front. They carry diseases and we just don’t like having them that close to the house. I told my 15 year old, 130 lb. son to kill the 'possum. The house was just being finished so there were plenty of wood scraps around so I said, “That 2x4 scrap over there will work”. The rest of us went in the house and took off our shoes.
I told John, the owner, about the 'possum. He decided to be all manly (not his best trait) and “take care of it”. He went to his gun safe and twisted dials to and fro and finally produced a .22 pistol. By the time he got it loaded and made it to the front door my son was coming inside to ask where the shovel was.
I guess things are a bigger deal if you grew up in town or something.
Well, there was a racoon…and there was some trash…and it was kinda cute…and the rest was embellished.
Aw man, miko! Next time, we want to hear about how you strangled the thing with your bare hands while growling “who’s my bitch, mother nature?” over and over again. Now get out there and find another raccoon, dammit!
Miko? like the sausage? i thought this was really about hunting. when college buddies took me hunting in the lava fields I didn’t expect that I’d get to jump and slit a boar’s neck and gut it when it happened upon our rest site…it was an exhilarating experience. The screaming the pig made scared the crap outta my homies.