Thanks to Arf, a friend of this blog, has remitted to the editors of ¡No Pasarán!, a report on this warped Canadian broad who duct-tapes food to herself in the hope of having raccoons, already gorged on residential waste, flatter her orally.
The muffdiving rodentia in action
7 If you’re really coon smitten and want to go the extra mile for your soon-to-be new best friends, find a fishmonger who will sell or give you a bag of discarded fish stewing in their own putrid juices (the raccoon equivalent of foie gras topped with caviar). Voilà! In a matter of seconds you will be up to your genitals in raccoons.
8 While you’re at it, why not get creative and be fulfilled by encouraging a little coonilingus? If you find one that doesn’t mind the broccoli, consider it a keeper.