NakedOnMyChain
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Joined: 11/29/2004 Status: offline
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Living in Indiana, I've hit a deer three times. Or, I should say, they hit me. There's not much you can do if they come quickly out of nowhere. The first time I'd only had my license for two months. I was on the way to a fall dance at my highschool. It ate my car for breakfast, then got up and ran away. No joke. The second time nothing major happened to my car and Bambi survived. The third was pretty weird. It was in the middle of campus at Purdue. No joke. Deer in the middle of the main road on campus. It survived, and only left my car a little dinged up. So I guess the moral of the story is, if you are named Bambi stay the hell away from me. I will unintentionally run you over.
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