On Christmas eve night I was on my way to get my significant other and bring him his christmas gift that I made him. I also wanted to bring him to my house to meet my grandmother and other relatives. So I left at about 10 PM to retrieve him, then we headed back for my house. On the way there I look to the corner of the road and there is this HUGE FUCKING DEER headed straight for my car. My initial reaction and intention is "oh, a deer, let's not-- *SLAM* *Glass breaking out* ...hit it..." That stupid fucking deer took out my entire passenger side window, part of my windshield, smashed in three of the side panels on my car. I HATE that deer. Trevor and I have a theory that it was a muslim al-quaida deer, just trying to terrorize me. So anyways, he did 3,000 worth of damage to my car... all for HIS fuck up! stupid deer. To make matters worse, I was on Pellissippi, I was also in the lane where the huge concrete median wall is... it's not like I could have swerved to miss him. The other lane had cars so I couldn't just get over. Basically it was inevitable, and it was either me, or the deer. One of us was going down. And while I got him....he...really fucked my car up... The best part was when I got home to tell my parents, whose response was "did you kill him?" "how's the deer? Did you get out and see if he's dead?" "you know if he's actually dead, that's about 500.00 worth of deer meat" ...basically mocking me the entire time. Then they told me to take my s/o home, in my car, because it was "getting late". I'd just gotten home, I just wanted to sit down and...calm down...and they're running me out of the house, never bothering to ask "are you okay"...considering that thing, had the timing been any different, could have killed us both. Anyways...that is why I hate Christmas, something bad ALWAYS happens to me on Christmas.
hehe, yes we all know vixey.
