...but I just about shit myself when one dive bombed me while I was laying in bed about an hour ago.
I was watching TV and this little fucker flies in all like "Ya I know this is your apartment, but fuck you, manifest destiny bitch!".
I squeal like a girl on fire and run out of the room to grab a cardboard box thinking I could catch it.
You can't catch a bat with a cardboard box.
So I try calling the super to bring a fucking net, but the number is disconnected for some reason. I run to my neighbor and knock on the door asking if she knows another way to reach him.
No luck there, so I return to my locked door and find my keys on the other side of it.
So now I'm locked out with the Dark Knight's mascot shitting on my nice flannel sheets.
Neighbor lady is nice enough to drive me to my girls work and get her keys. I come back, and this little fuck stick is cold chillin on my blinds, like I wasn't about to fuck his day all kinds of up.
My inner cavemen takes over and I throw a shoe at the bitch, and miss. So he dive bombs me again and goes into hiding. I spend a half an hour creeping around before I find the little flying turd hiding behind a box of cheerios on my fridge.
I get my vacuum and try to suck him up, but this is some kind of mother fucking steroided up super bat and he just holds on to the tip of the thing and stares at me like "fuck you asshole, better men have tried".
So I knock him into the trash and tie the bag up before he flies up and makes me join the cast of Twilight.
Down the trash hole he goes, and voila, no more hairy ball sack in the sky.
Cliffs: I'm a bitch, anyone else fight off a bat?
I was watching TV and this little fucker flies in all like "Ya I know this is your apartment, but fuck you, manifest destiny bitch!".
I squeal like a girl on fire and run out of the room to grab a cardboard box thinking I could catch it.
You can't catch a bat with a cardboard box.
So I try calling the super to bring a fucking net, but the number is disconnected for some reason. I run to my neighbor and knock on the door asking if she knows another way to reach him.
No luck there, so I return to my locked door and find my keys on the other side of it.
So now I'm locked out with the Dark Knight's mascot shitting on my nice flannel sheets.
Neighbor lady is nice enough to drive me to my girls work and get her keys. I come back, and this little fuck stick is cold chillin on my blinds, like I wasn't about to fuck his day all kinds of up.
My inner cavemen takes over and I throw a shoe at the bitch, and miss. So he dive bombs me again and goes into hiding. I spend a half an hour creeping around before I find the little flying turd hiding behind a box of cheerios on my fridge.
I get my vacuum and try to suck him up, but this is some kind of mother fucking steroided up super bat and he just holds on to the tip of the thing and stares at me like "fuck you asshole, better men have tried".
So I knock him into the trash and tie the bag up before he flies up and makes me join the cast of Twilight.
Down the trash hole he goes, and voila, no more hairy ball sack in the sky.
Cliffs: I'm a bitch, anyone else fight off a bat?
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