[Tolerance Sucks Rocks]

Last year, my Dad hit a deer. It basically jumped right into his SUV, and as it hit the car, it reflexively shat on it. So Dad spent a good hour or so with some sort of detergent and elbow grease getting the deer shit off of the SUV.

He passed away this past July, so he doesn’t have to worry about the friggin’ deer no more. I suppose in Heaven, the deer merely frolic, rather than pester people frightfully.

[FredZarguna]

Heard a song something like this in a bar a long time ago:
In heaven they have no deer.
That's why we kill them here.
And when we're gone from here,
Our friends will be running over deer.