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My friend and I were driving on K10 at two in the morning. We were bone dry sober, but were rocking out. A particularly favorite band of ours was in the throes of a spectacular guitar solo. (I believe it was Alice in Chains or Blind Melon - don't laugh, their stuff is NOTHING like 'no rain.' They were a spinoff from Guns & Roses, essentially, and had some kick ass music.)
As we're belting out the last phrases of the chorus, top of our lungs, we look at each other for the sustained note. Then my friend checks back in on the road.
He screams.
I look.
I scream.
I swear the deer screamed.
The ****ing thing EXPLODES on impact like it was a watermelon dropped on the sidewalk from a penthouse apartment. Its head POPS off its body, rolls up the hood, over the windshield and over the top of the car.
We hit the brakes, pull over, and get out. We circle around to check the front of the car.
A wonderful spray of blood has turned his white hood to red. Long hairs are impaled into the paint job. We'd been driving for awhile, and tiny bits of flesh sizzled over the hot engine. My friend turns to me and just says:
"Fatality."
There was zero damage to the car. Zero damage to us.
The deer was ****ed.
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