Okay, Bagster Story Time:
So there I was, coming down the mountains outside of Fresno with two workmate friends after a day of fishing in my brand spanking new (kinda) Chevy S-10 black 4 wheel drive mini pickem up truck.
When, BLAMO, from the woods side of the road runs Bambi's dad across the road in front of me. Yammed on the breaks, but caught the poor deer (see what I did there?) on his ass end. He almost made it.
One of my friends was a spastic (later became a totally worthless Lt cause he was good at ass kissing). The deer was laid out on the road behind us.
This fool whips out a small pocket knife like he's friggin Rambo, and runs back to the laid out deer. My other friend goes with.
Not sure what Rambo Jr thought he was gonna do. Eat the heart, maybe, so he could become a man?
Aaanyway. The two frontiersmen get up to the deer and BLAMO AGAIN! The dead deer jumps up and runt off.
I think those two mighty hunters about shat they draws. Funniest sh*t I ever seen. Until I looked at the front of my pretty truck.
The goofy knife guy thought it was funny and was laughing his ass off. I don't often snap, but I snapped on his dumb ass at that moment. How dare he laugh at my poor truck.
The deer?
Some men say, he lives there still.
