Yesterday, as we were driving home from our weekend away from the torture, I found my life flashing before my eyes. That's right. I almost died.
We were nearly home when a dead deer came out of nowhere. There was an oncoming car to our left, and nowhere to go on our right. We had no choice but to hit that dead deer going 60 miles an hour. My roommate (Karli) did her best to straddle the thing. But the thing decided to get revenge from the grave. It dented not only her muffler (causing us to go nearly deaf for the rest of the ride home) and somehow managed to dent the inside of her trunk. But as I so happily pointed out, at least there is more room for stuff now. :)
At any rate, Karli no longer needs to overdose on fruit roll-ups. My life is interesting enough as it is.
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