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).
bad luck to kill a spider in the house.
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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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