Sometimes when reading posts here, I have an uncontrollable deep seated need. I simply cannot help but ask questions I may not want the answer to, despite the self destructiveness of my own morbid curiousity. It is one of those mornings where I was apparently predestined to want to spit out my coffee as I read. On the post insinuating a stereotype lesbian driving a Fed Ex truck…..why specifically the body of a raccoon? Were you mauled by a raccoon of dubious s***** orientation as a child? Asking for a friend…..