every time I think I’ve found the perfect woman it’s just 3 raccoons in a trench coat that rob me again
If they’re only taking your trash, they are respectable service workers. You should propose.
Hi, where do I apply for the Racoon Husband program?
Run with them. They’ve got everything you need. Run with them. They are free.
The theme song to The Raccoons really is an 80s banger.
Reminds me of this
And that in turn might be based on the story of the tired and hungry French aristocrat who, desperately trying to get to England to escape the Revolution, stopped into an inn for something to eat.
Ordering an omelette, something he thought to be sufficiently common and wouldn’t give him away, the conversation went similarly to the one in this comic when he was asked by the suspicious innkeeper how many eggs he’d like in that omelette.
He did not make it to England.
(Soft-handed aristos have staff who know these things, but they themselves don’t. The innkeeper, of course, knew this.)
Probably apocryphal, but similar ignorance behind “let them eat cake”
This is not my beautiful wife!
Where is that large trash can?
Well, do I smell jelly donuts? This is my lucky day!
That crazy!
Made me chuckle in class.
I’ll feed a raccoon with particularly advanced maneuvers.
