Sometimes your stressful raccoon life makes your tiny raccoon mind want to sneak into a warehouse stacked with booze and tie one on. It beats the hell out of rooting around in people’s garbage, especially here in the United States. Because really — when was the last time you heard of anyone tossing a full bottle of the hard stuff in the trash?

Exactly. This varmint made the right move. We can only hope that the alcohol that swam like Phelps in his bloodstream and dulled his senses erased the trouble on his mind, if but for a time.

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