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The Deer of Miyajima |
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Unfortunately, for space purposes I have to shirnk these pictures. Nonetheless, they are all here in their deery-goodness. |
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This deer is angry because I was talking smack about its mother. |
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Ayed is the Master of Puppets. |
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If it only had the energy, it would have killed me for waking it up. |
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Honk, Honk. Way to go, Steve! |
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She's doing an interpretive dance representation of the deer's Id. |
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They're trying to queue up for bread, but they are stupid deer and don't know how to form a queue! Oh no, please send money! Think of the children!!! |
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The kid laughed until the deer ate her mom. Then she turned into Mothra and ate holes in all my clothes. Then she ate Time. |
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This deer is taking night classes while waitressing at a local restaurant, but what she really wants to do is act. |
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Okay, so strictly speaking these aren't deer, but it would have been a scandal not to put up the picture of little fireman Owen somewhere. |
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Back to home |
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