Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me! But then, what am I? Is this me? My true self? My fake self? What is it that I am? Nobody understands me!
you know how Shinji Ikari once said: "Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me! But then, what am I? Is this me? My true self? My fake self? What is it that I am? Nobody understands me!" yeah, I relate to that.
A person—a scavenger of sorts, who, throughout the
course of the workday, roams his/her company halls, meeting rooms and
cavernous spaces in search of any kind of food or drink—even of the stale
variety. Because of the corporate racoon’s cheap nature and “if it’s free,
I’ll take it! Even if it’s garbage” mentality, this character doesn't care
what it is as long it can be stuffed down his/her throat.
Example 1:
"Dude, look at Hank scrunched in the cornerover there. Is he scarfing down
that old-ass sandwich?"
"Yikes, Hank, you hungry much? Those sandwiches are from a meeting that finished five hours ago. That meat looks sick and the mayonnaise stinks. You sick bastard."
"Hey man, can't help it. I'm a Corporate racoon. I obviously need help."
“Help? Dude, you’re disgusting. Throw that shit out.”
Example 2:
"Hey, Trisha, where'd you get the turkey wrap?"
"I was walking by the conference room and scarfed it from leftovers from that meeting that ended three hours ago, before they cleaned up the mess."
"Disgusting -- you are nothing but a corporate racoon."
A “Racoon Dip” is when you teabag a gaping ass holeand then you lay it on her eyes. First quoted by Frank Kramer from the esteemed “FHFU” (Frosty Heidi and Frank Unsensored) podcast.
The concept of having to be able to recognize someone you have never met before. Make sure you write this person's name down so you can recognize them later on by their name. If you choose not to recognize that shit, then the person who wants you to recognize them will continue to shout "Recognize that Shit!" only because they want others to remember them. Although, no one really cares for recognizing such people in society.
Bloody Loco: I don give a fuck 'bout no one else in this train, BUT YOU right now.
Passenger (trying to read a book): Thank you, thank you...