It'll get deleted soon, so here's the death of the wounded doe thread.
It's with a heavy heart that I must say this. Britney (thats the name I gave the Doe) died last night. It's quite a long and confusing story. I will sum it up as best as I can. I'm still a little shaken from the whole ordeal. Last night, while sleeping beside Britney I became strangely aroused. I mean this wasn't just no ordinary boner, this was an overdose on Levitra boner. I ended up making sweet passionate love to her. She then slipped into a coma. I made love to her again. I felt really bad about the whole thing. So, I went outside with my shovel to start digging a grave for her. I gently laid her down in the grave when she just jumped out out of her coma. Tried to bite my noodle off. Natural instincts took over, and I swung the shovel around. I ended up having Venison stew that night. What the heck, I'm a convert.
A little over the top IMHO, but I'm a minimalist when I try to stir up trouble. I'd have stopped after the word "coma" and asked who to call to get me out of trouble, but that's just me
If you really want to stir things up, say that one of the real peta people (pick a username from the forum at random) hacked your account and posted that because they're mad at you for not calling animal control or a vet, and they're emailing you threats.
