Once upon a long time ago, I had this girlfriend....She liked the woods, and would reward me for taking her hiking and camping. You fill in the blanks.
On one such trip, we came upon a little fawn that was caught in a creek with really steep banks a lots of overgrowth and debris. Poor little bugger looked absolutely helpless, and my girlfriend just had to help.....
I will make this short.
I had to carry her stupid, bambi lovin' ass about 3-4 miles out of the woods and back to the car, whereupon I broke every traffic law known to god and man to get her to a hospital. 68 stitches, a cracked femur, a fractured skull, and an assortment of other injuries. Those cute, little, fuzzy, adorable fawns are the absolute DEVIL!
As I look back on this gem of a memory, I clearly recall thinking the word "yummy" when we first found the demon spawn. I shoulda' gone with the first instinct. End result. No more hikes, no more camping, and no more rewards.
Fuck Bambi! I will eat his dad and mom...
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