runforyourlife

Here's the story,

A squirrel was hit by a car in front of my friends house. For weeks, it was in the middle of the road, flattened by all the cars that had been running over it. Some of the carcass had been picked away by birds.

My friends and I arrive at his house at 6am after a long night in NYC. Driven by total lack of sleep we decide it would be good idea to douse the squirrel carcass with gasoline and set it ablaze. We pull some gasoline out of his garage, pour it on the squirrel, and I do the honors of lightin' her up. We stepped back and giggled. It was very funny to watch it burn in the street at 6am.

The story continues. About one week goes by. My friends and I are sitting in front of the house, most likely telling stories about what we had done to the poor dead squirrel, when a stray dog wanders by and begins eating this charred squirrel pancake in the road.

Not a trace of that squirrel was left when that dog got done with it, except for its black outline in the road.