Tonight I was driving home from a after-hours party, and I hit a rabbit. Killed it. Dead. The rabbit ran from the left of the road to the right and made it to the ditch on the other side, safe, from my killer speeding death trap they call a Grand Am (*I love my car, it’s only killer to small rodents, and a stupid bird that thought he was smarter then my windshield). A whole 15 seconds earlier and that small rodent would have been some kind of bad meat sauce… yeah… that bad! So I’m like “Cool, little furry brown bunny is safe for another day.” But then as my car is racing down the road, and the driver thinking happy thoughts, the rabbit lounges back into the road and in some kind of bad ass kung-fu magic fate of death with a 180 back flip move the rabbit gets squashed into the pavement of my front right wheel, Oh! But this rabbit had so much momentum that!... He hit the back left wheel too! Causing brain matter to get imbedded with the feet matter… messy! and very dead. The moral of this story is… don’t second guess yourself.
Hello, My name is “Spoons”, and I’m a RAFC.
Hello, My name is “Spoons”, and I’m a RAFC.