I got followed in from the garage by a fucking huge, furry, spider of death the other day. After beating it with a broom and feeling confident that it was broken and dead, I went ahead with my plans, calling a friend to come over, etc. He got there and I asked him to throw the thing away and it was gone...we found it a few minutes later crawling towards us on the floor. Frigging thing rose from the dead...so I gave him a magazine with those stupid Charlie's Angels girls on the cover to smoosh it. Now they have spider guts on their faces.
Usually I'm nice to bugs and try to free them, but if you're a furry uber spider scuttling in from the garage, I get mean.
Threaded Mode
