Are we the only one who thinks every time we kill a li'l harmless spider that some huge double-our-size motherf*cker with fangs will come up behind us and, well, whoop that OMS?
Didn't think so.
He didn't, this fanged motherf*cker double our size. But we did look. Quickly and in American Self-Defense blue belt karate fighting stance, as soon as we heard the li'l fella squish.
We're hoping karma doesn't count for spiders. Ever.
(Yes. Blue belt. We got skillz).
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bad luck to kill a spider in the house.
better hope that bird nails you again.
Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Where does one learn this? Where else does one kill the li'l bastards? Is this why the day is sh*t?
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