So my best friend and I were walking back from the post office and were cutting through the oldest area of our university, the Humanities Department. As we’re walking, this girl—high as a kite—points to the bushes and says:
“There’s a bat”.
We look at each other, and I’m thinking: “…But it’s day time” (Although a rainy and cold day). But through giggles and trippiness, this girl keeps pointing and tries to convince us there is a dying bat next to her. We walk toward her and, lo and behold, a bat about 6 inches big is lying face down, hardly breathing. “Is it dead?” I ask and she makes the gesture she was poking it with her shoe, saying he was alive. “Stop that,” I tell her, “bats carry a lot of diseases and it can bite you, might have rabies.” I take out a cardboard box I got at the post office and I try to grab the little guy but it falls into the bushes, flapping about but giving up almost instantly. She asks me how we’re going to grab it, and I tell her I’d need gloves.
I think about it, and I realize: you know, condoms ARE stretchy and thick. Use what you have, it’s for the sake of the bat.
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- boy: i'm so in love with you. it's like we're connected. we even finish each other's s-
- girl: -asuke