So,
there we were, standing out on the front yard at 2am, having a nice
conversation under the stars. Then three teenage girls come walking by,
quite giddy and inebriated from an evening out on the town, obviously
on their way back to the college dorms. Suddenly out of nowhere comes a
bat which zooms down low over their heads. Two of the girls start
screaming their heads off, exclaiming how much they hate bats. The
third girl berates the first two and yells at them, "There's no such
thing as bats. They're just sticky birds." This seems to calm down the
first two and they continue on their way by, leaving us to watch them
in wonder and roll on the ground hysterically laughing our butts off.
It was one of the defining moments of our friendship. |
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