I saw these two little baby raccoons in my back yard the other morning. They were like these tiny little butterballs. Soa like you want to just run out and make them your pets, until they trash your then they become like these weird handed little fucking grimlins, bandits coons. Ah, but my week, socd i just honestly so much dread. It seems like the world really has come to an end. Nothing is fuckin. Are those good news? The openings moving up, and that's great. Do we want to go over? I just want to say one of the iles, i starto list to that guy that e letterman was talking about