The Continuing Adventures Of "Bite My Ballbag Bambi"
09.17.06 (11:09 am) [edit]Yay for my insurance company. I didn't know the difference between a deductible for a deer and one for a Mack truck up your ass. Add a zero - I thought it was $500, it's only $50. Includes the tow job from here to the shop.
AAA only needs the reciept from the towing company for last night's job, though I probably won't see my money for a few weeks. The reciept, by the way, was missing for two hours until I felt into my front pocket for the FIFTH TIME and found it folded into a Chicklet-sized square underneath a few coins. Wow, I do some stupid shit at 4AM.
I did Ron White's routine on deer for the insurance lady - "my cousin has the gun with the laser sights and the .22 bullet travelling flibbity-miles-per hour. I hit one with a car going 55 MPH. Slow that bullet down and put a hood ornament on it and you'll get that damn deer."
I wish I was Ron White. Well, I wish I had his budget for scotch.
My head hurts.
Love (except to the fucking deers, who can BLOW ME, goddamn antler-headed, caught-in-the-headlights- staring motherfuckers),
Dougie
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Later,
I took a shower and went out to the car to get my clothes (did laundry here last night), and pulled out a pair of pants from the back. There was glass all over it. So I came up with a little toon:
Got glass
In my ass
I'm a little glassed-assed superstar
Got some glass
Up my ass
After a fuckin' deer hit my car
Jesus Glass, superstar
What in the fuck ran into your car?
I need therapy...