I admit it. I did it - well, not me DIRECTLY.

*Not actual victim
Mr. Bunny here was out for an early morning stroll when he came face to face with Mr. B.F. Goodrich & his brother Rear Tire...
*Actual murderous tire
It wasn't my fault. I saw him with enough time to change lanes. It just-so-happened that Mr. Bunny was either deeply depressed or really wanted a good look at what sort of tires the Mustang sports. All I know is I felt the steering go mushy for a split second and then the unmistakable double-thunking sound of the tires going over an object.
Now, Mike D was in the car with me at the time, and wondered what the hell it was I hit/ ran over/ attempted to avoid. I told him about it, and he started laughing at how I half-heartedly tried to avoid the furry pulp I left behind on the roadway. Leave it to Mike to make me laugh about murder.
2 comments:
MY BUNNY!!!!
No, Mine!
That was probably Sinatra reincarnated!
:-....(
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