Yes, it was Oct of last year, and one of the comments at the link says D-Listed claimed it died, but I couldn't verify that.

Ugg. We are number 5. I believe it. My son hit one in his truck a few years ago on the way to high school and it caused $2000 of damage.

That's right, forgot to mention GA, knowing of 3(?) dwellars at least who live there. We might outnumber the deer. Let's come up with a plan, overthrow them, make them subservient.

Pete smashed one with the Scoobydoo 2 weeks ago.

My Dad was following a semi that hit 7 antelopes at once on that notorious highway up the center of Oregon out of Bend. He said it was like a strike in a bowling alley - they rained down everywhere.

Being a country boy he stopped to harvest a leg. He said he was shocked to find that all of it was like baggies filled with water. Not even a leg was usable.. Yuck.

:eek:

Where the deer, and the antelope playyyyyyyyy...aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.

My wife is Chinese, and we find that humor often doesn't cross cultures intact. However, I bought this movie to watch with her, and the scene where Michael Caine is tormenting Steve Martin in the wheelchair had her helpless with laughter. My favorite is when at the dinner table Ruprecht asks permission to go to the bathroom - and then does.

I like the genital cuff threat.
and
Ooooooooo klahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

:D:D:D

I think I'll go Netflix it now!

http://www.bucksherald.co.uk/news/Sa...aby.4551419.jp

found this......

That's my local paper :)
And St Tiggywinkle's is in Haddenham - a village I spent a lot of time in in my teens as two of my boyfriends lived there. We abbreviated it to 'Nam, which I still find quite funny, although it's a very exclusive private joke now - I tell it to myself and smile.

Just in case anyone didn't pick up on the reference - Mrs Tiggywinkle was the hedgehog in Beatrix Potter and as Limey said it started primarily as a place to bring injured hedgehogs, but branched out into a full wildlife hospital. A friend of mine took a woodpigeon that flew into her window. Sadly, she boxed it inadequately, and it was only stunned. Halfway down the lower road, the pigeon burst forth from the box and clattered around the car, banging into the windows and shitting everywhere. Sorry - this makes me laugh even now.

Or we could bring back the mountain lions.

Which surely took the cap off of that evening, darnit. Next time, a lot less over dinner, and maybe a nice fruity lively Central Coast California white.

Mirassou