Even with that kid interrupting Racc he still managed to stay in character

When you go into a video hoping for comedy and get a depression session at the end.

"Eating your grandmother's ashes gives you her power." Me: ah yes, I now have the power of child abuse

this is my ending to racc's story, enjoy: alright so... this is a story of how... my old man lost his life to the great war. i still remember the cold, lifeless stare he would give me as he creaked back in forth in his rocking chair. his eyes filled with the victims of war. no, he didn't lose his life to the battlefield, but he lost almost everything else. his personality, his ability to speak and most importantly, his happiness. i wasn't even sure if he recognized me half of the time. It was as if a complete stranger had taken refuge in our living room. just a cold, lifeless husk with moons under his eyes and a... pair of cheekbones screaming with malnutrition as he sat there all alone... downing bottle after bottle of whiskey just so that he could feel something. i knew that even if he could no longer speak that- that my dad was probably still in there somewhere. the dad that used to explode with positivity and charisma no matter the circumstances. the dad that would take me to the park and push me on the swing until his arms got tired. and we'd fall over together in the grass. even when he first got drafted he seemed so invincible. like no amount of war would ever be able to change him. even though i knew deep down he was probably scared. the day he left he made a joke along the lines of "if there is a god out there, may he have mercy... on my soul". if he only knew how tragically ironic that was. many years went by and my mum became deathly ill. bed-bound with a jarring flu that only seemed to get worse every day. our neighbors would sometimes stop by with home made medicines and antidotes. but as the days passed they started to show up less and less. i think that's because they started to realize it was futile. and the day i found my mother dead was the day i was catapulted out of my childhood. i buried her with a handful of tulips from our garden, but for some reason i never shed a single tear. before she had passed, she had baked an apple pie and let it cool on the kitchen windowsill, hoping the fragrance would help guide my father back home. the very same day my mother had died. every day after that, i still tried to speak to my dad. he still never spoke to me even after i told him that mom died. it seemed as if it didn't really affect him. mom's apple pie didn't lead him back. all it led was a body with no feeling. i never knew how to process these things. at one point i completely gave up. one morning i woke up, feeling the need to say at least one thing to my dad. i saw him in his rocking chair outside, and his chair completely stopped moving. my father had died. i buried him next to mom with the same tulips from our garden. this time i was crying. after all this time i was finally starting to realize the good memories i had with the both of them. after i buried my dad, i sat down in bed thinking about nothing. it was just me, a cold, lifeless husk with moons under his eyes.

Racc has the perfect story telling ability and it’s hilarious

I actually teared up on that story. I hate that the kid really ruined the mood.

Guitar songs: hallelujah - bon jovi (cover) The river flows in you - yiruma

“Sounds like someone trying to mow a river” -RaccoonEggs 2018

“I’m Hispanic so I-“ *cuts to ad about a war game*

Not gonna lie, I wanted to hear the rest of the story, how the character would overcome such heartbreak and growing up so fast. Racc, if you're reading this, I think I speak for everyone and that we wouldn't mind a video of the retelling with no interruptions

If only he knew how many times I’ve watched all his videos. Waiting for his return. Miss you rac

Passion Project huh? _my passion is to have friends_

*Stapling the avocados together just means they all roll off the counter together*

That last bit was really golden

Who else is binge watching his videos because it’s the end of CS?

is no one gonna talk about how the dooo was playin the background music to the sad story?

Eat an oreo "Aw crap I'm lactose intolerant" *Takes Epipen*

6:50 “How hairy are your balls?” “Uh. Not very hairy.” “I’m Hispanic so I usually-“ **cuts to ad**

5:11 I laughed so hard that I broke a blood vessel in my eye.

I watched this video so many times already, but I tear up whenever I listen to 7:56

That second story was actually pretty sad

Raccoon: *says anything* Everyone: HHAHAHAHHAA

3:55 I love how “the bomb has been planted” sound comes right after that sentence

You know I watch these videos to ease pains...When I watch these I feel like a heavy weight had just been lifted and I can relax for a while , so i'd like thank you for making awesome content and … Pain easing content ...

This is a story about how my old man lost his life to the Great War, I still remember the cold lifeless stare he would give me as he creaked back and forth in his rocking chair... his eyes, filled with the victims of war... and no he didn’t lose his life on the battlefield but... he lost pretty much everything else... his personality, his ability to speak, and most of all: his happiness... I wasn’t even sure if he recognized me half the time... it was as if a complete stranger had taken refuge in our living room... just a cold lifeless husk with moons under his eyes and... a pair of cheekbones screaming with malnutrition as he sat there, all alone... downing bottle and bottles of whiskey just so he could feel something... I knew that even though he could no longer speak... that my old dad was probably still in there somewhere... the dad that use to explode with charisma and positivity no matter what the circumstances... the dad that would take me to the park and push me on the swing until his arms got tired and we would fall over together in the grass... even when he first got drafted, he seemed invincible like no amount of war would ever be able to change him... even though I knew deep down that he was probably scared... the day he left he made a joke along the lines of: “if there is a god out there, may he have mercy... upon my soul.” If he only knew how tragically ironic that was... many years went by and my mother became deathly ill... bedbound with a jarring flu that only seemed to get worse everyday... our neighbor... our neighbors would... sometimes stop by with... homemade medicines and antidotes but... as the days passed they started to show up less and less... I think it was because they started to realize it was becoming futile... and the day I found my mother dead was the day i was catapulted out of my childhood... and I buried her with a handful of tulips from our garden but for some reason I never shed a single tear... before she had passed she had... baked a apple pie and let it cool on the windowsill... hoping the fragrance would guide my father back home... and the day my mother died was the very last day that my father was human, humanity stripped

That story was going good till that kid interrupted

Can't wait to see you again Racc

Dude that's deep you literally had me contemplating on if life was worth living and that's something that never happens to me

I've watched this so many times but this time it changed When you started talking at 7:58 I actually started to cry because I lost my dad a little over a year ago and it's really been hitting me hard. He'd always pick us up on the weekends. Now he can't. I really fucking miss him and it's never going to be easy to think about him, because every time I just shut down and stop wanting to live. It's horrible to live without him here. Even though he's gone, sometimes I still wake up on the weekends hoping that I'm on his living room couch, and not my cold, empty bed. I still hope every Friday that when I come home from school, mom will tell us he's okay and that he's picking us up for the weekend. Sometimes I feel like I've died and I'm in hell, because that's what it's like without him. It's hard to breathe when I remember just how fast he was gone. He had complications with his lungs and it progressed too fast for him to get the hep he needed. The last time I saw him, he couldn't even speak. He already looked like he was dead, but the nurse said he could hear us. I was huddled in the corner of the room crying for ten or so minutes. The weeks leading up to that were terrible. His eyes were dull. He couldn't breathe. The night he was sent to the hospital, there was a thunderstorm. I've been scared of them ever since. Every clap of thunder reminds me of the sound of the machine that kept him alive, and the sound of him being unable to breathe. Every flash of lightning reminded me of his cold eyes. The harsh light of the lamp in his living room as I sat up at night. He had been saying how he wanted to shoot himself, just to end the suffering. I could never sleep at night on the weekends. I was always afraid I'd either be woken up by a gunshot, or I'd wake up and find him dead. I was scared that he'd die and I'd have to be the one to tell my brothers. Scared that I'd have to be the one to tell them and see their hearts just break. Hear the pain and utter defeat in their voices. I was always scared and I still am. I'm scared because the truth is...He's never coming back. He's gone and I'll never see him again. Never hug him, hear his laugh, or see him happy. I want to die too, so that maybe I'll get to see him again. Maybe if I die, I'll get to find him and hug him and be with him again. Then I remember just how much I'm disappointing him, and I realize that he'd be ashamed of what I've become. I'm just an empty shell of who I was. Losing him meant that I lost myself as well. He wouldn't even recognize me if he saw me. I have to live with that for the rest of my life. Sometimes watching videos like these ease the suffering I've been dealing with, and for that I'm grateful. I'm grateful to have come across your videos, because I forget that I'm lost. Even if it's just for an hour or so. I remember who I was for a little while. So thank you for putting out content, even if you never knew how much you helped me without trying. Thank you so much.

7:00 - 7:53 greatest story of all time

Famous KZfaqr: says anything Everyone else in the lobby: HAHAHAHAHSNMFLFLSKAJKWKWKW

That story at the end really shows Racc's full roundness as an individual. Talking about an intimate tale of past charisma and physical death, the mother who gave life died of ills and the father who raised his son a good childhood now a shadow desperately groping to feel anything at all much less half of what he previously felt, mixed with the steady handling of an interruption into talking about his small penis, with that being the really saddest thing of all. What a great fucking video and a wonderful use of talent.

3:33 When ancestry.com says you’re 0.01% arab

That asshat ruined the story I was so invested lol. I applaud your ability to just make a story like that and keep flowing with no issues.

I’m rewatching all of rac’s old videos and this is one of the greatest videos on KZfaq. Right behind CS:GO Standup and CS:GO Improv that is.

You know you Earned his respect when you roast him and then he ASKS if he could put his brother on the mic XD

This went from making me laugh my ball hair off to deep holy crap

Avocado Stapler.

To think about it this was 4 years ago and I felt like watching it yesterday, man race I know you’re sick of hearing this but I miss you so much man. You changed my life inspired me to make KZfaq videos. I love you so much man I hope you’re doing the best

When you started talking about that story of the dad, that relates too much to me that I cried. My grandfather went in to serve in the Vietnam War, and he came back happy and healthy to see us. But a few months later he starts suffering from Alzheimers and he doesnt even know anyone at this point and he is like a little baby watching kid shows and looking at newspapers barely knowing how to read. I just wished he recognized me.

I think the part I liked most was when Racc suggested you take an Epi-pen for lactose intolerance.

7:58 wtf are you doin on a surf server go write a book or something

When a KZfaqr makes you go from laughing so hard your neighbors thinks something is wrong to making you shed a few tears, you know you found someone who makes the good content.

That reminded me that on the day when the alert for the nuke came out I lived in Hawaii at the time because my father had military service there, but when we saw the alert it was early in the morning and my dad saw it and ended up just telling us to go back to bed, cause there was nothing to worry about

that kid's a huge jerk for just ruining the mood like that.. 10:07

2:36 this guy got asthma

At 3:14 when he said you probably eat popcorn with a spoon that just gave me a flashback form 6 years ago

Racc is such a unique person, so comedic and hilarious but can change into a wholesome but sad person it’s just so amazing. He deserves a great life.

I deadass started to cry when you started talking about the war story😢😂

The guys who thought he was swagger really ruined the mood

7:00 made me cry

7:15 i love how the song fits up with the most beautiful part of the story

“Trying to mow water” IM DEAD

racooneggs would be a good stand up comedian

When I first heard that story I legitimately shed a tear. It's a truly emotional story.

That story about your dad was the closest I’ve ever been to crying because of any recording, movie, show, book, anything. Then the ending hit and ruined it all

7:58 Bro... who the hell is cutting onions.... ugh

that was the saddest and most greatest story i've ever heard

The guy wheezing at the avacodo stapler is the funniest thing I have seen in a while 😂 😂

Fun fact from my vegan friend: oreos have zero dairy in them, that “cream” is actually 100% soy. So yes, lactose intolerant people could dunk oreos in water.

This is a story of how my old man lost his life to the great war. I still remember the cold lifeless stare he would give me as he creaked back in forth in his rocking chair. His eyes filled with the victims of war. No, he didn't loose his life to the battlefield, but he lost almost everything else. His personality, his ability to speak and most importantly, his happiness. I wasn't even sure if he recognized me half of the time. It was as if a complete stranger had taken refuge in our living room. Just a cold lifleess husk with moons under his eyes and a pair of cheekbones screaming with malnutrition. As he sat there all alone downing bottle after bottle of whiskey just so that he could feel something. I knew that even if he could no longer speak that my dad was probably still in there somewhere. The dad that used to explode with positivity and charisma no matter the circumstances. The dad that would take me to the park and push me on the swing until his arms got tired. And we'd fall over together in the grass. Even when he first got drafted he seemed so invincible. Like no amount of war would ever be able to change him. Even though i knew deep down he was probably scared. The day he left he made a joke along the lines of "may he have mercy... on my soul". That if he only knew how tragically ironic that was. Many years went by and my mum became deathly ill. Bedbound with a jaring flu that only seemed to get worse every day. Our neighbors would sometimes stop by with home made medicines and antidotes. But as the days passed they started to show up less and less. I think that's because they started to realize it was futile. And the day I found my mother dead was the day I was catipulted out of my childhood. Iburried her with a handful of tulips from my garden but for some reason I never shed a tear. Before she had passed she had baked an apple pie and let it cool on the kitchen windowsill, hoping the fragrance would help guide my father back home. The very same day my mother had died.

puts out 100k video *hits 350k"

Racc is so fucking amazing, I've never seen a KZfaq who can make me cry and laugh in the same 2 minutes we love you racc😭❤

3:49 I'm laughing for 10 minutes

10:10 top 10 anime plot twists

I legit almost cried at the end

the story gave me memories of my grand father. thank you racoon eggs, for letting me remember my past once again.

Right as soon as racc said I love girls who play hopscotch police sirens turned on and I died of laughter 🤣

dude i was actually tearing up at your story. that’s deep

I was assigned a product in my product design class where I had to invent my own product.....I made up the avocado stapler.....I got a B- in it

The song that the guy played when racc was telling a story is: ruver flows in you guitar version

that story was actually so good i almost cried wtf

5:39 *Ninja?...*

Not even joking those where good ass stories

every so often when i get bored in a game of CS i ask people if they wanna hear my little brother. funny every time

Got to love that Nintendo and lo-fi in the background

The song for the second story is River Flows In You. Like so other people can find this too

HAVE U FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME RACCOONEGGS!?

The duck fighting like cats made me laugh my laughter box out

0:43 has been mood this past week not gonna lie

Fun Fact, I went to the same school as Timmy Thick.

These videos are best when you're extremely tired.

6:37 sounds like me starting my dirtbike up in -45 degree weather.

Dude that hit me in the feels 10:01

The sad story: This is a story about how my old man lost his life to the Great War, I still remember the cold lifeless stare he would give me as he creaked back and forth in his rocking chair... his eyes, filled with the victims of war... and no he didn’t lose his life on the battlefield but... he lost pretty much everything else... his personality, his ability to speak, and most of all: his happiness... I wasn’t even sure if he recognized me half the time... it was as if a complete stranger had taken refuge in our living room... just a cold lifeless husk with moons under his eyes and... a pair of cheekbones screaming with malnutrition as he sat there, all alone... downing bottle and bottles of whiskey just so he could feel something... I knew that even though he could no longer speak... that my old dad was probably still in there somewhere... the dad that use to explode with charisma and positivity no matter what the circumstances... the dad that would take me to the park and push me on the swing until his arms got tired and we would fall over together in the grass... even when he first got drafted, he seemed invincible like no amount of war would ever be able to change him... even though I knew deep down that he was probably scared... the day he left he made a joke along the lines of: “if there is a god out there, may he have mercy... upon my soul.” If he only knew how tragically ironic that was... many years went by and my mother became deathly ill... bedbound with a jarring flu that only seemed to get worse everyday... our neighbor... our neighbors would... sometimes stop by with... homemade medicines and antidotes but... as the days passed they started to show up less and less... I think it was because they started to realize it was becoming futile... and the day I found my mother dead was the day i was catapulted out of my childhood... and I buried her with a handful of tulips from our garden but for some reason I never shed a single tear... before she had passed she had... baked a apple pie and let it cool on the windowsill... hoping the fragrance would guide my father back home... and the day my mother died was the very last day that my father was human, humanity stripped

3:12 Prolly eat popcorn wit a spoon.

If I'm really depressed and need to smile I binge watch Racc's videos

When you told the story about your dad and the great war I was expecting you to say "And thats the story of SS Soldier [my dad]"

not gunna lie i kinda shed a tear at the end

that last part with The Dooo.... best fucking story ever :(

6:33 "Do you want to hear my impression of two ducks fighting like cats?" *Sounds of ducks having a seizure in the middle of a fight*

I was laughing at the forst bit of the video with the guy yelling and it felt like i was having a stroke

6:34 I challenge racc to a quacking battle...

6:36 is it possible to learn this power?

the dad story actually got me crying

"My favorite game to play is see how long you can keep your hand in the waffle iron" will always be one of the best jokes I've ever heard.

This is the funniest KZfaq channel I’ve ever watched Also can you play VR chat I feel like it would be so funny

This is an improv god.

5:44 one of my favorite moments your channel, bro ♥️

A passion project class actually sounds like a lot of fun I don't know what that dude is on about.