Oh Deer?!
I live in a rough neighborhood but things get real tough this time of year. It’s that time when gangs begin roaming looking for trouble. Not just any gangs, but gangs of deer! Lurking just out of sight until their victims arrive. I’m not talking about your average, timid, cutsie bambi. That’s right, I mean … punk deer! You know the type, rough lookin’, scowlin’, mean deer. They sport tattoos on their rumps that read “Eat Me” and “Buck This”. The ones with huge antlers have “Me So Horny”. Rough deer. The kind that have pine straw piercings through their ears and nose. They think nothing of rolling a squirrel for his nuts. Surly deer. They think nothing of giving you the hoof as you drive by ‘em. Those dead deer beside the roads? That’s no accident. They were pushed during a shake down or failed the “how quickly can you get across the road” initiation into the gang. Fortunately, these ruffians don’t last. Maybe they get too cocky with the hunters — shooting off their mouths as hunters respond by shooting off their guns. Maybe they just shame their families to the point of being exiled deep into the forest. I don’t know. But I’ll be glad when we can walk through the woods safely once more…
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