There's a talking spider with a web in my
- There's a talking spider with a web in my living room. It normally keeps to itself, but it sometimes likes to make snarky comments on my actions, which can be annoying.
- Where did Mr. Spider learn to speak perfect Queen's English? I asked if he went to school and he said yes. That was quite mind blowing, to be blunt. But I could just picture all
- the evil popes in European History by snapping my fingers, so I did. The weight of the huge sway of the institution gave me the strange feeling to say something to Mr. Spider.
- "I'm sorry Mr.Spider. But, I've always been scared from spiders." I said to him as I rolled up a newspaper. "No Stop! I'm more scared of you than you are of me" he cried. I began
- to feel a pang of sympathy for the arachnid. No wait, it wasn't sympathy - it was love. The spider looked at me with eyes as beautiful as the sunset, and I set the newspaper down.
- "I shall keep you as a pet!" I declared vehemently. Using the newspaper as a makeshift forklift, I pick up the spider and place it onto the kitchen table. To my dismay,
- the spider leapt onto my arm, sinking it's fangs into my skin. However, the fangs were unable to penetrate, and it stumbled backwards, wary and afraid. "Come back!" I yelled.
- But he didn't, they never did. So I ended up Gere, exactly where you predicted I would end up tonight. But this was before the gerbil. Cindy and I were through after she sang that
- kids are kids and that's all they are. No one seemed to care, for she was begining to sound crazy at some times, being witch and all dressed up in her nightgown at a constant pac
- ific look. She was happy of being a kid and she hope it will never end.
- As life would have it, she grew from a kid to a nanny and was milked so roughly by the farting dairymaid that her nipples bled. Oh, for the carefree days of her youth. Gone now.
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- 2016-04-24 13:29:46
- Finished
- 2016-09-03 11:49:29
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Woab Sep 03 2016 @ 11:54
lanfort- I was in a band in the '80's where many of our songs were written exquisite corpse style. One was called "Spiders" and went "I have spiders in my room/ they keep me awake at night/ They speak in little voices/ and this is what they say:/ "He doesn't love you, He doesn't care/ He wants to take you for a ride but he won't pay the fare."