Who stole my welcome mat?
And to tell the truth, it's not always about food. Sometimes when I turn over your garbage cans and spill your dirty secrets for all the neighborhood to see, I'm just doing it for the rush. It's like my drug, man. Or remember that time I stole your welcome mat? (Yeah, that was me.) What the hell does a raccoon need with a welcome mat? Beats me, but I still took it!
Am I a kleptomaniac? Perhaps. I've never been one for labels. Unless they're the kind I can steal.
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