Roadkill

Travis and I are driving.

Travis: That's the second dead raccoon we've passed.
Kevin: That? That looked like a cat to me.
Travis: No, it was a raccoon.
Kevin: Cat.
Travis: Okay, we'll check when we pass it again later.
Kevin: All right. Loser has to touch it.
Travis: You're on. I've always wanted to touch a raccoon!
Kevin: Yeah, but if you lose, you'll just be touching a dead cat.
Travis: Oh that's gross.

Guess who had to touch a dead raccoon. Karma?