I went outside and found a bird on the hood of my car. So it looked dead, but you can never be sure right? I didn't want to leave it there because it was supposed to rain today, and yada yada....so I went back to the house wrapped it in a little towel and put it on my passesnger seat. I was going to take it to this animal hospital by my school. So everything's fine, driving along....then all of a sudden the damn things wakes up and starts flying around..freaking me out. I tryed to open the windows it wouldn't get out....It kept attacking my air freshner, it's mango or something. Then I took the freshner off of the rear view and sat onit....you think that helped??? then the damn bird switched over to me..I was wearing lip gloss so the damn thing then tries to attack my lips......That's when I started to freak out, I was on the damn highway.....looking around to find something to wipe my lips with but there was nothing and i wasnt about to wipe it on my clothes....so then I was like...Fu-- this! I pulled over to the shoulder open'd the doors the little bastar still wouldnt get out. I had to take my coat off and use that to try to push the damn thing out.
It got out, I closed the doors by the time i sat back in the car....here it was again...
So I closed all the windows then got it out with my coat again.Then some Somali idiot drives by and yells out..."Marooyleey"...Im like you jackazz, I bet he was bantu...that's all that live in my city. Any other Somali guy would have tryed to help me.
Bastard bird, and Bastard Bantu!
