On the first day of Xmas my true love gave

On the first day of Xmas my true love gave to me...

nothing. Cheap bastard. He didn't give me anything on days 2 - 12 either. "Christmas has been ruined by commercialism," he said. "Instead of giving gifts, let's just cuddle."

"Seriously? It's bad enough you dragged me out here 4Christmas, but now you're telling me you got me NOTHING? & U want to cuddle?! Cuddle THIS!" She had enough, she grabbed Squawke

rs' stocking and threw it out the window where it got caught on a milk truck that was driving by. Squawkers squawked, "You bitch! I'm gonna claw you for that!" OMG, I had never

heard Squawkers swear before. He's got quite the potty mouth. I couldn't blame him though he did spend that summer with you know who in South Carolina. Any way the milk truck kept

coming day after day even though squawkers kept screaming each day at the top of his lungs you cunt bag, whore fucker at the poor old milkman. What I can't figure out is why he

Was it the arachnid DNA fused with his own in that incident? The 8 eyes encircling his head were unforgettable. It also accounted for his evil inside. Spiders aren't famous for

their milk, their famous for their silk. The Arachnid DNA did its thing. Hard bumps rose beneath his flesh, skin split apart in rags, as spinnerets emerged from his bones.

And /still/ Jonah Jameson was a total hardass on him. "Sick leave for a photographer!? Fuck that!" Peter Parker let out a groan and slumped against the bars of the county zoo.