Deer are like meth for your back yard. If you load up on deer you’ll be all like ‘f yeah!’ screaming and shouting and throwing down salt licks like they’re nothing but soon you get burned out. they eat your roses they crap every where and they eat all the salt licks you threw down while yelling ‘f yeah,’ and that is totally not cool. More attention needs to be paid to the deer trade.
The deer was in the headlights, its eyes glowing in the bright reflection. I slammed on the brakes. I heard steel crunch, saw glass fly. My body slammed against the sterring wheel. The deer crumpled underneath the tires.
a pretty creature. very gentle looking yet strong.. you feel very special to actually see one and you stay absolutely still because you don’t want it to run away. i love their fur and how soft they look.
Suddenly the deer shot past me. I saw sweat oozing from its dark brown coat. The sound of rifle shots, bushes being mangled then a hunter raced out of the bushes. “Did you see a deer”? “No”, I hissed, “I have not seen any deers and I’ve been in the forest for half an hour”!
i saw the deer on the freeway, .2 seconds before it became a part of my vehicle, the rediculous speed and the sheer size of the beast makes me question how i survived, however it may be do in parft to the fact that i drive an f 350.
The first time that she fell in love, it was by the creek in the forest. With those dark eyes and weary posture. The brown fur upon its back. There was just something magical about that wild animal, and it captivated her like nothing else.
The day she lost her first love was when the hunters came in, the stag hoisted over their shoulder and a triumphant look upon their faces.
A scared, but noble creature. Always admired, sometimes consumed, by humans or other predators. A true representation of the struggle mankind has between admiring the nobility of animals and their inherent desire to consume.
There was a deer in the middle of the road. A car came by that turned into a spaceship and flew it to outerspace where it vacationed beside the spaceship’s swimming pool sipping margharitas and enjoying the good life.
what the heck is this? um ok, so this one time there was this deer that died under the gas meter by my house. it died right by the garage and it was during winter. this ocurred overnight and the deer was frozen to the side of my house! :O it was crazy. and we were all like :O OH MY GOODNESS! there’s a dead deer frozen to the side of our house.
The dead deer really moved Lee. The wound was clean. A trickle of blood had stained the busy road. A few flies buzzed. A damaged car shot past. Was it the culprit? The deer did not stand a chance.
I never even saw it. I was much to drunk to react, even if I did spot that deer in time. Even if I did spot it in time, I was going too much over the speed limit to stop in time. Even if I did stop in time to avoid hitting it, my son would still hate me for being a drunk bastard and nearly hitting a deer.
Now he just hates me for being a drunk bastard and ACTUALLY hitting a deer.
Once upon a time there was a deer in the forest. A hunter came along and shot it dead. He was sad that he killed the deer but his family was hungry. He pulled the guts out of the deer.
Hunting step dad meets mother and begins force-feeding children horrible meats and questionable body parts. Hanging dead deer in the garage has tramatized the children for life.
Dear Deer
There was a deer in the lane, with white spots and a small inkling of truth
And all were wondering why and in what way could such a dear little deer be in such a cruel little world with pain inside of their brain in the eyes of a little girl streaming in and out of what she knew and what she wanted to know and how she could understand d a Deer.
The plural of which are ‘deer’ not ‘deers’ as I learned when complaning to a friend about the spell check in open office. By the way, english is not my first language.
A deer is in the woods , it doesn’t care or wonder why he got there or what his purpose is. He just sits and waits, and lingers walks around the bushes looking for food. Not for a second he doubted that his like work was to wonder and eat, not for a second he felt fear. Then it hit him, the hunter had him in his sights and there was no where to run.
I was very used to seeing deer when I lived in Montana. They were such a common place occurence that spotting one or some didn’t usually elicit much of a response. Except S$&% since it was usually late at night when they were crossing the road in front of your car which you are driving at top speeds.
a small little baby sitting there with its mother. jumping across the street dodging the cars and trucks. some aren’t so lucky to miss =[ I hate to see this peaceful animal laying dead on the side of the rode. its terrible.
HE was like a deer in the headlights. His skating was coming along pretty well. But now he was skating with the big boys and the biggest of them all was about to run him over
The deer ran through the woods. The hunter was close behind it – its heart was racing as the hunter’s voice bellowed, “Damn it! Come here!”. Then – silence. The deer paused for a second and looked around in fear. A loud bang.
A deer was trotting through a forest one day. He was named “Jack”, he didn’t know where this nickname deer cam from but he didn’t like it. Jack set off the set everyone straight. But then he got cuaght in a trap…bye jack.
When we would take trips as a kid, my mom would always look out of the window and try to see deer. It got to the extent that she had me and my sister looking, too. When we’d finally see them, it was so anticlimactic. You see deer in a car for about two seconds, then you see more woods. Not the most interesting or efficient way to pass time.
Deer is a mammal, it’s cute and looks innocent.
We hunt deers, which affects their populataion. Deers shouldnt be hunted. Te word also rhymes with Dear
live in england, bounding in the snow. gazing from my window i observe the ease and grace with which they live. white spots, maternal, eternally loving. i’ve actually never seen a deer.
I’ve never seen much of deer. Oh, wait, i saw it last week, i think, at Ancient Siam. There were lots of them. I wished i could touch them sometimes. Hope they don’t bite!
I hit a deer not long ago. It was a snowy evening in March. He came out of nowhere. It was quite comical looking back. He stumbled, his tongue hanging out then ran on his way. He seemed ok and the car was drivable. Hope it never happens again!
The deer were running. From what, I couldn’t see. I tried to follow them, but there were too many, I knew I had to run from whatever they were running from, but my interest was too strong. I started the opposite way
deer, ah ha! deer in the headlights. oh, boy, nothing to say about deer. i had one run right in front of me when i was driving once. scared the poop out of me. like a flash going across the road. woohoo, the minute is almost up. yipee! and yipee-ki-yay!
“Watch out for the deer!” Sahara shouted as the car swerved to the left. Her husband of five years was behind the wheel trying everything he could to keep control of the car. In an instant, they spun into a ditch barely missing a large oak tree.
The deer stood next to the hunter. It’s glossy coat was shining. The hunter bent down and gently stroked the young deer. It fluttered its eye lashes and nosed his sweaty hand.
He froze, the headlights glossing over glassy eyes. The horn sounded, piercing in the morning air, klaxon harbinger of death and destruction. He tried to move, tried to flee, but could not, and the metal monster hurled towards him. Using the last of his will, he bolted, crashing through the underbrush.
joy
Deer are like meth for your back yard. If you load up on deer you’ll be all like ‘f yeah!’ screaming and shouting and throwing down salt licks like they’re nothing but soon you get burned out. they eat your roses they crap every where and they eat all the salt licks you threw down while yelling ‘f yeah,’ and that is totally not cool. More attention needs to be paid to the deer trade.
The deer was in the headlights, its eyes glowing in the bright reflection. I slammed on the brakes. I heard steel crunch, saw glass fly. My body slammed against the sterring wheel. The deer crumpled underneath the tires.
Deer are gentle creatures
Living deep within the woods
Skittish and easily frightened
Showing a flag of white
At the slightest sound
hunter
a pretty creature. very gentle looking yet strong.. you feel very special to actually see one and you stay absolutely still because you don’t want it to run away. i love their fur and how soft they look.
Suddenly the deer shot past me. I saw sweat oozing from its dark brown coat. The sound of rifle shots, bushes being mangled then a hunter raced out of the bushes. “Did you see a deer”? “No”, I hissed, “I have not seen any deers and I’ve been in the forest for half an hour”!
i saw the deer on the freeway, .2 seconds before it became a part of my vehicle, the rediculous speed and the sheer size of the beast makes me question how i survived, however it may be do in parft to the fact that i drive an f 350.
The first time that she fell in love, it was by the creek in the forest. With those dark eyes and weary posture. The brown fur upon its back. There was just something magical about that wild animal, and it captivated her like nothing else.
The day she lost her first love was when the hunters came in, the stag hoisted over their shoulder and a triumphant look upon their faces.
A scared, but noble creature. Always admired, sometimes consumed, by humans or other predators. A true representation of the struggle mankind has between admiring the nobility of animals and their inherent desire to consume.
There was a deer in the middle of the road. A car came by that turned into a spaceship and flew it to outerspace where it vacationed beside the spaceship’s swimming pool sipping margharitas and enjoying the good life.
what the heck is this? um ok, so this one time there was this deer that died under the gas meter by my house. it died right by the garage and it was during winter. this ocurred overnight and the deer was frozen to the side of my house! :O it was crazy. and we were all like :O OH MY GOODNESS! there’s a dead deer frozen to the side of our house.
The dead deer really moved Lee. The wound was clean. A trickle of blood had stained the busy road. A few flies buzzed. A damaged car shot past. Was it the culprit? The deer did not stand a chance.
venado
I never even saw it. I was much to drunk to react, even if I did spot that deer in time. Even if I did spot it in time, I was going too much over the speed limit to stop in time. Even if I did stop in time to avoid hitting it, my son would still hate me for being a drunk bastard and nearly hitting a deer.
Now he just hates me for being a drunk bastard and ACTUALLY hitting a deer.
Once upon a time there was a deer in the forest. A hunter came along and shot it dead. He was sad that he killed the deer but his family was hungry. He pulled the guts out of the deer.
Hunting step dad meets mother and begins force-feeding children horrible meats and questionable body parts. Hanging dead deer in the garage has tramatized the children for life.
Dear Deer
There was a deer in the lane, with white spots and a small inkling of truth
And all were wondering why and in what way could such a dear little deer be in such a cruel little world with pain inside of their brain in the eyes of a little girl streaming in and out of what she knew and what she wanted to know and how she could understand d a Deer.
The plural of which are ‘deer’ not ‘deers’ as I learned when complaning to a friend about the spell check in open office. By the way, english is not my first language.
A deer is in the woods , it doesn’t care or wonder why he got there or what his purpose is. He just sits and waits, and lingers walks around the bushes looking for food. Not for a second he doubted that his like work was to wonder and eat, not for a second he felt fear. Then it hit him, the hunter had him in his sights and there was no where to run.
Deer, or dear?
Which one means more.
You can see a deer lying dead in the road and it means more to you than that dear you kept so close to your heart for all those years.
Dears can hurt you, deers don’t. We hurt deers.
More beautiufl than any dear! They are held forever.
I was very used to seeing deer when I lived in Montana. They were such a common place occurence that spotting one or some didn’t usually elicit much of a response. Except S$&% since it was usually late at night when they were crossing the road in front of your car which you are driving at top speeds.
a small little baby sitting there with its mother. jumping across the street dodging the cars and trucks. some aren’t so lucky to miss =[ I hate to see this peaceful animal laying dead on the side of the rode. its terrible.
I saw a deer in the meadow…..pale beige hair, spotted white. Eating peacefully with ears twitching
HE was like a deer in the headlights. His skating was coming along pretty well. But now he was skating with the big boys and the biggest of them all was about to run him over
The deer ran through the woods. The hunter was close behind it – its heart was racing as the hunter’s voice bellowed, “Damn it! Come here!”. Then – silence. The deer paused for a second and looked around in fear. A loud bang.
A deer was trotting through a forest one day. He was named “Jack”, he didn’t know where this nickname deer cam from but he didn’t like it. Jack set off the set everyone straight. But then he got cuaght in a trap…bye jack.
When we would take trips as a kid, my mom would always look out of the window and try to see deer. It got to the extent that she had me and my sister looking, too. When we’d finally see them, it was so anticlimactic. You see deer in a car for about two seconds, then you see more woods. Not the most interesting or efficient way to pass time.
Deer is a mammal, it’s cute and looks innocent.
We hunt deers, which affects their populataion. Deers shouldnt be hunted. Te word also rhymes with Dear
a buck stood in the woods for the last time. it must be awful not knowing you are about to die. the hunter took aim and felt pity.
Ein rotbrauner Hirsch seht am rande einer Lichtung und garst fr
live in england, bounding in the snow. gazing from my window i observe the ease and grace with which they live. white spots, maternal, eternally loving. i’ve actually never seen a deer.
I’ve never seen much of deer. Oh, wait, i saw it last week, i think, at Ancient Siam. There were lots of them. I wished i could touch them sometimes. Hope they don’t bite!
deer? a deer? i think of Santa Claus then. is that deers? i think so.
I hit a deer not long ago. It was a snowy evening in March. He came out of nowhere. It was quite comical looking back. He stumbled, his tongue hanging out then ran on his way. He seemed ok and the car was drivable. Hope it never happens again!
The deer were running. From what, I couldn’t see. I tried to follow them, but there were too many, I knew I had to run from whatever they were running from, but my interest was too strong. I started the opposite way
deer, ah ha! deer in the headlights. oh, boy, nothing to say about deer. i had one run right in front of me when i was driving once. scared the poop out of me. like a flash going across the road. woohoo, the minute is almost up. yipee! and yipee-ki-yay!
“Watch out for the deer!” Sahara shouted as the car swerved to the left. Her husband of five years was behind the wheel trying everything he could to keep control of the car. In an instant, they spun into a ditch barely missing a large oak tree.
The deer stood next to the hunter. It’s glossy coat was shining. The hunter bent down and gently stroked the young deer. It fluttered its eye lashes and nosed his sweaty hand.
He froze, the headlights glossing over glassy eyes. The horn sounded, piercing in the morning air, klaxon harbinger of death and destruction. He tried to move, tried to flee, but could not, and the metal monster hurled towards him. Using the last of his will, he bolted, crashing through the underbrush.