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Mar. 16th, 2005 11:28 pm...
WHAT THE...
Okay. So, I'm driving home from my sisters house, minding my own God Damned Business. I hit the right blinker and slow down for my turn off of Rte 32 and onto Broken Land Parkway when all hell erupts around me. Two deer race across the highway, sowing havoc and swerving vehicles in their wake as they dash for the northern tree-line. I slowed down further, to give the folks who'd been freaked out time to get themselves back under control and figure out whether they'd wet themselves.... and catch movement out of the corner of my eye to the left. I turn my head just in time for the third doe to -literally- broadside me. Had the driver's window been up it would've been shattered... instead I got smacked in the head by the doe's nose.
Ow. Doe shakes off the impact and charges off after her packmates, and I hit the shoulder. Between being dizzy from the impact and being freaked by the thought of what the collision must've done to the BORROWED Ford Explorer, I was in a near panic. Stopped, shut down the engine. Closed my eyes, opened the door, and slid out to find out just how badly fucked the truck was.
...
There's deer hair wedged in around the window molding. A couple scuff marks. No dents. Not even any major scars. It would seem that my forehead took the worst hit. I'll know come sunrise if there's any paint damage, but it seems unscathed.
And the next time someone needles me about driving a 'senselessly large vehicle', I'm going to pick up something heavy and beat them with it until I'm hearing wet splurches with each impact.
WHAT THE...
Okay. So, I'm driving home from my sisters house, minding my own God Damned Business. I hit the right blinker and slow down for my turn off of Rte 32 and onto Broken Land Parkway when all hell erupts around me. Two deer race across the highway, sowing havoc and swerving vehicles in their wake as they dash for the northern tree-line. I slowed down further, to give the folks who'd been freaked out time to get themselves back under control and figure out whether they'd wet themselves.... and catch movement out of the corner of my eye to the left. I turn my head just in time for the third doe to -literally- broadside me. Had the driver's window been up it would've been shattered... instead I got smacked in the head by the doe's nose.
Ow. Doe shakes off the impact and charges off after her packmates, and I hit the shoulder. Between being dizzy from the impact and being freaked by the thought of what the collision must've done to the BORROWED Ford Explorer, I was in a near panic. Stopped, shut down the engine. Closed my eyes, opened the door, and slid out to find out just how badly fucked the truck was.
...
There's deer hair wedged in around the window molding. A couple scuff marks. No dents. Not even any major scars. It would seem that my forehead took the worst hit. I'll know come sunrise if there's any paint damage, but it seems unscathed.
And the next time someone needles me about driving a 'senselessly large vehicle', I'm going to pick up something heavy and beat them with it until I'm hearing wet splurches with each impact.
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Date: 2005-03-17 04:38 am (UTC).................. Deer!
^giggles and blushes^
OH come one! you know if I didn't do it Masque would have!
Just glad you are okie! ^nuzzles^
Doe 'nt wanting you getting hurt!
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Date: 2005-03-17 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 10:24 am (UTC)That's both really horrible, and sort of funny. I hope your head's recovering from its close encounter of the deer kind!
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Date: 2005-03-17 11:42 am (UTC)But if you had told them where the stag party was earlier, you wouldn't have been rolling with the doe (Take THAT, Trajan :P )
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Date: 2005-03-17 03:11 pm (UTC)giggles aii silly.... ^Bows - YOU are the Master!^
^nuzzzles and ties a pair of stubby deer antlers on your head to make you a cute squirrel-alope^
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Date: 2005-03-17 04:32 pm (UTC)However, there's one small problem with your attempt to make me horny. If they are deer antlers, I can't -alope.
That occured to me while listening to John Melon-camp on the radio. And that reminded me that, while I was in band, I wasn't in the horns, but in the wind section, playing tenor saxophone, while my best friend was a percussionist.
Yes, you're correct. We were sax cymbals...
Thank you, Baltimore! We'll be here all week!
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Date: 2005-03-17 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-18 09:26 am (UTC)*hugsgently*
Rynnie
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Date: 2005-03-19 11:56 am (UTC)*hugs really tightly*
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Date: 2005-03-19 10:45 pm (UTC)OK, that's the strangest hit-and-run I've ever heard of, even beating the squirrel-hits-stopped-car one. Glad you're OK.