Fuck Deer
So I'm on my way back from Milwaukee on I-94, and the scenario looks like this:
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car
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car me truck
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lane closed
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Well all of a sudden, a fucking deer jumps out in front of the truck, which nails it and sends it under it's tires. I have no room to swerve either left or right, nor can I slam on the brakes because the other car was right behind me plus it's raining, so I run right over the fucking deer, which proceeded to rip my front bumper clean off along with whatever you call the liner in the wheel well, which I'll call 'wheel well liner'. And that's all I can see right now as it's fucking 2am and it's raining, who knows what kind of havoc was done to the car underneath it.
I just fucking sunk $300 for a new resonator like 2 weeks ago, so this is really going to hurt.
Fuck deer.
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car
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car me truck
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lane closed
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Well all of a sudden, a fucking deer jumps out in front of the truck, which nails it and sends it under it's tires. I have no room to swerve either left or right, nor can I slam on the brakes because the other car was right behind me plus it's raining, so I run right over the fucking deer, which proceeded to rip my front bumper clean off along with whatever you call the liner in the wheel well, which I'll call 'wheel well liner'. And that's all I can see right now as it's fucking 2am and it's raining, who knows what kind of havoc was done to the car underneath it.
I just fucking sunk $300 for a new resonator like 2 weeks ago, so this is really going to hurt.
Fuck deer.