Vince H

Everything's happy, hunky, fucking dory.

Sat there for probably 20 minutes before we took off.

And I get about six miles down the road, and I hear this, and I was like, oh, fuck.

I must have been a pack rat.

and oh nothing really happened so just kept trucking along and i get back to the shop and i'm like well i wonder where this this pack rat is you know and i open the side doors to this fucking grater and it is just like raccoon soup splattered everywhere

Because there's... It's stringy.

The engines and motor graders face backwards.

So the radiator is at the very back.

And there's a little spot in between the radiator and the fan where the shroud is that is big enough to hide a raccoon, turns out.

So...

All that me banging around the doors, fucking checking oil, turning the batteries on, all that happy shit.

And he just fucking sat there, didn't do nothing, fired it up.

And I guess when I got six miles down the road, he's like, fuck it, send it.

And did and then didn't make it completely out.

Some of it did.

guy following me is like there's hamburger dripping out behind you i'm like oh must have been that red i was gonna say it looks like me cleaning out the uh the meat grinder after grinding up venison oh yeah that's exactly it and the stink oh my god yeah because i drove six miles he jumped in there and then i had to drive another 20 so he got good and warm

start cooking yeah it was uh it was pretty bad so now whenever i start it i give the old fan shroud a knock just to see you got that sizzling hair and searing meat yummy so that's my coon story

I mean, the last one I ran over, I thought I was going to roll my fucking pickup.

It was like hitting a goddamn boulder.

I have two things that are related to this, but they both go different ways.