Tsk.Tsk.
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Horrid little boogers.
Today was boring, yet quite eventful.
Y'see, my parents were on their way up to Mount Morris to attend a funeral of my dad's relation. Since I had never met the woman, I didn't attend.
They left at around 8:00 AM, and then, at 9:30 AM, my father appears at the side of the bed nagging me to get up.
So I peeled my eyelids open and listened to what he had to say, figuring that it must be somewhat important.
He looks at me and goes "A dear hit us and we have to completely replace the whole driver's side of the truck."
Now, lately, my father has been bluffing a great deal, so I thought he was just being an a** trying to get me out of bed. I mean, a deer...hitting them? Please. =|
He finally gave up after I called him a dirty liar several times.
Curiousity got to me, so I pulled myself out of bed and went outside to proove to myself that our beautiful blue '03 four door explorer sport-track was still in mint condition.
Well I'll be damned if the whole entire driver's side (excluding the bed) was smashed in. The hit was so hard that the interior of the door was even massacred.
The mirror and headlights got smashed out. The window had a wee little crack...and there was deer fur imprinted on the scratched and dented vehicle.
So, what does this mean? THAT MANDA IS CAR-LESS! ;-;
Anyhow, nothing was injured except the truck. Even the God damn deer got up and ran away.
And to end my confusion, I asked how the 'deer hit them' so get the reply "There wasn't a deer in sight and then SMACK, right into the side of the truck."
...I can't believe the frick'n thing lived.
That is the only thing that made my dad...interesting.
...well, there was this other thing...but I'm not going to dare write it where TEN+ PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW will see it.
It's a good thing though...or at least I think it could be.
I'll leave you to wonder.
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Just for Winston, I'll post another picture. <3
Sarah hates it and thought it was the back of my head, but I assure you, it IS my face...just hidden beneath my massive bushel of hair.
10 views and yet only three comments.
Horrid little boogers.
Today was boring, yet quite eventful.
Y'see, my parents were on their way up to Mount Morris to attend a funeral of my dad's relation. Since I had never met the woman, I didn't attend.
They left at around 8:00 AM, and then, at 9:30 AM, my father appears at the side of the bed nagging me to get up.
So I peeled my eyelids open and listened to what he had to say, figuring that it must be somewhat important.
He looks at me and goes "A dear hit us and we have to completely replace the whole driver's side of the truck."
Now, lately, my father has been bluffing a great deal, so I thought he was just being an a** trying to get me out of bed. I mean, a deer...hitting them? Please. =|
He finally gave up after I called him a dirty liar several times.
Curiousity got to me, so I pulled myself out of bed and went outside to proove to myself that our beautiful blue '03 four door explorer sport-track was still in mint condition.
Well I'll be damned if the whole entire driver's side (excluding the bed) was smashed in. The hit was so hard that the interior of the door was even massacred.
The mirror and headlights got smashed out. The window had a wee little crack...and there was deer fur imprinted on the scratched and dented vehicle.
So, what does this mean? THAT MANDA IS CAR-LESS! ;-;
Anyhow, nothing was injured except the truck. Even the God damn deer got up and ran away.
And to end my confusion, I asked how the 'deer hit them' so get the reply "There wasn't a deer in sight and then SMACK, right into the side of the truck."
...I can't believe the frick'n thing lived.
That is the only thing that made my dad...interesting.
...well, there was this other thing...but I'm not going to dare write it where TEN+ PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW will see it.
It's a good thing though...or at least I think it could be.
I'll leave you to wonder.
---
Just for Winston, I'll post another picture. <3
Sarah hates it and thought it was the back of my head, but I assure you, it IS my face...just hidden beneath my massive bushel of hair.
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