I know the only reason you’re reading this blog is because of the title. And the funny thing is… is that you already know what it’s about yet you are still reading it. Nonetheless, I shall give you the deets on yet another Jhonni Experience. Also, I apologize for the profanity, but seriously dude, bird poop just isn’t the same as bird shit.

I was sitting in a lil park right outside of the philosophy building at school the other day during my third tandem in four days [awesome, huh!]. Our conversation was going really well when all of a sudden [don’t you just love that phrase- all of a sudden. You always know something utterly amazing or catastrophous (that’s not a word, is it?) is about to happen, this time it was the latter…] we ALL saw something fall from the trees above us… something white and yellow and brown… something icky gooey… something disgusting. It just missed Marisa. Katie [another student from the US (Texas)] and her sighed with relief. But I did not join in this relief as the majority of fallen substance from the bird that had diarrhea above me did not go right behind Marisa. It went onto me. Suh-weet. It felt like someone had dumped half of their drink on me. They continued on talking a lil and I finally said… I am afraid to look at my back [in Spanish, of course]. They were like oh no and Marisa looked and was like day-um, that’s a lot [also in Spanish, of course]. She helped me clean it off a lil but bird shit is bird shit and I am now contaminated.