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Don’t Panic! Okay, PANIC!

I give thanks to the eagle-like gaze of true patriots like those at Obscene Desserts, whose alert eyes may well avert future catastrophes for humanity. I should really put them onto the case of the mysterious, yet somehow evil terrorgnome of Salta province!

Yet it is important that vigilant citizens do not get too distracted by the tiny menace of Tucumán teens (how about that for a sentence?). The new threat to society as we know it comes from a far greater evil:

Nazi racoons!


Yes, it appears that an army of militaristic mammals are on the march and threatening Europe in a manner not seen since World War Two. Even worse, these beasts appear to have been handpicked by evil Nazi genius (and sometime cross-dresser) 'Hungry' Hermann Göring! See everyone's favourite paper The Sun for more!

I am almost too scared to contemplate the other evil revealed by all of this: the "Kitler" phenomenon. That is, cats that look like Hitler!
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Ann (MobayDP) said…
lol :) My grandparents used to have a cat that looked like Hitler.LOL.
We called him "Moustache".
25 March 2008 at 23:19
Neva said…
Global warming and all they can worry about are Raccoons???...very funny!
Thanks for the info on the statues I posted today.....I guess googling "Chicago statues" didn't work for me! I appreciate the info...this is why I love blogland!
26 March 2008 at 01:46
Raquel Sabino Pereira said…
LOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
26 March 2008 at 02:34
Kris McCracken said…
You can never be careful with Nazi racoons. I'd also keep a close eye on those Stalin tortoises as well!

Now I'm wondering whether the cane toads currently running amuck on the mainland are Maoists?
27 March 2008 at 08:29
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