Saturday Smile: Rapture Party Hangover

So, we’re here on the deck, minding our own business… and we discover: WE ARE NOT ALONE.

No, it’s not aliens.

IT’S RACCOONS. Napping in the trees.

Look close enough at these:

And you will see several of these:

Looking for all the world like they’ve just staggered home from one hell of a Rapture party.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say somebody is WISHING for the end of the world, if only to cure his hangover.