Sorry dude! You don't know me from "back in the day."
I'm not scared of spiders, just i would have had a heart attack if i were you.
I just don't like the thought of them crawling over you, im alright if there's one near me though
I just don't like the thought of them crawling over you, im alright if there's one near me though
It doesnt make you obsessive compulsive to want to take out some huge thing out of your shoes. It makes you normalGodFather wrote:
So im about to walk out the door, but me being obsessive compulsive like I am (sort of) I CANT have anything like that in my shoe
I once tried to put on a shoe that had a little mice in it
ya pussholeThe Sheriff wrote:
Put [spider pics] tags in your post you fucking idiot.
some people eat spiders. some people admire spiders. some people think spiders are super heroes.
changed your mind?
changed your mind?
Isn't it common knowledge that you swallow on average at least two spiders a year?
(im talking small ones....)
http://www.snopes.com/science/stats/spiders.asp
(im talking small ones....)
http://www.snopes.com/science/stats/spiders.asp
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Why is everyone such a pussy when it comes to spiders? Were you raped as a child by a gang of inner-city arachnids? Did spiders murder your family while you slept? Let's all concentrate on the real threat...the Beatles.
Maybe because they're ugly and have hair?GravyDan wrote:
Why is everyone such a pussy when it comes to spiders? Were you raped as a child by a gang of inner-city arachnids? Did spiders murder your family while you slept? Let's all concentrate on the real threat...the Beatles.
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So is your mom, but that didn't stop me.Yaocelotl wrote:
Maybe because they're ugly and have hair?GravyDan wrote:
Why is everyone such a pussy when it comes to spiders? Were you raped as a child by a gang of inner-city arachnids? Did spiders murder your family while you slept? Let's all concentrate on the real threat...the Beatles.
Would've been a better come back if the syntax was correct.GravyDan wrote:
So is your mom, but that didn't stop me.Yaocelotl wrote:
Maybe because they're ugly and have hair?
Kids and the internets....GravyDan wrote:
So is your mom, but that didn't stop me.Yaocelotl wrote:
Maybe because they're ugly and have hair?GravyDan wrote:
Why is everyone such a pussy when it comes to spiders? Were you raped as a child by a gang of inner-city arachnids? Did spiders murder your family while you slept? Let's all concentrate on the real threat...the Beatles.
That's not ugly.Yaocelotl wrote:
Maybe because they're ugly and have hair?GravyDan wrote:
Why is everyone such a pussy when it comes to spiders? Were you raped as a child by a gang of inner-city arachnids? Did spiders murder your family while you slept? Let's all concentrate on the real threat...the Beatles.
http://www.alexryan.net/3725-tarant.jpg
LOL. Congrats on having the patience to take pics. For me, see spider, splat spider. End of story.
I figured, man I need to take a shot of this so people can see why i fucking yelped like a school girlIlocano wrote:
LOL. Congrats on having the patience to take pics. For me, see spider, splat spider. End of story.
Be lucky not to live in the middle east where there are spiders with huge pincers and run 10mph
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_d … of_spidersGravyDan wrote:
Why is everyone such a pussy when it comes to spiders? Were you raped as a child by a gang of inner-city arachnids? Did spiders murder your family while you slept? Let's all concentrate on the real threat...the Beatles.
Spiders have been the focus of fears, stories and mythologies of various cultures for centuries.[91] They have symbolized patience due to their hunting technique of setting webs and waiting for prey, as well as mischief and malice for the painful death their venom causes.[92] Web-spinning also caused the association of the spider with creation myths as they seem to have the ability to produce their own worlds.[93]The Moche people of ancient Peru worshipped nature.[94] They placed emphasis on animals and often depicted spiders in their art.
The irony of guns, is that they can save lives.
Ok guys, I've made a horrible, horrible mistake. First, I've openly mocked those of you who possess a healthy fear and respect for the spider. Secondly, and much, much worse, I have openly mocked the might Spider, king of the underworld.
Today, while I was preparing to retrieve my laundry, I grabbed my empty basket. I then proceeded through the house to the garage. Only then did I actually look into the basket...to see 8 eyes staring back up at me! This guy was huge, and I'm surprised that I was able to lift the basket while transporting this beefy bastard. The inner girl in me screamed. Outwardly, I had to appear calm and stoic, yet I dropped the basket anyhow. He sensed my fear.
"I'm going to rape you now" he proclaimed, lunging toward me with a now revealed switchblade. In that instant I thought of this thread and suddenly understood that karma works both ways. Luckily, my instincts took over and I met his sudden attack with a size 12 roundhouse. My aim was true as I stomped his body into the pavement. A smile took to my lips as the threat was neutralized. I then felt him pushing up on my boot, attempting to kick out from under. In a flash I drug my boot across the garage floor. A spidery smear was all that remained.
However, in my haste, I had overlooked something. At this moment, I sensed movement on my left flank. "You keelled my couseen, essay. Preee-peer to die, holmes" was heard as I spun around. The situation was much worse that I anticipated. I was dealing with the dreaded Tijuana Raping Spider. In a flash I struck out eager to end his life with a badass roundhouse, but he was too quick. My foot struck the pavement as he darted beneath the washing machine.
"Jooo gonna die, essay" was heard as he retreated to safety.
I frantically searched the basket for their lair. I realized that these guys were far too big to have made this basket their home, which led to an even worse observation...their lair was in my closet. Where I keep my shoes, dvds, instruments of death, and beef jerky. I've searched repeated times (through a scope), yet I have as of yet been unable to locate it.
So now they have access to my guns, and are bent on revenge for my murdering one of their own. I can only sit for a few moments at a time while I'm typing. I have to constantly swing my head around to the closet, and await the emanate raping.
Consider this post my apology. It may be my last.
Today, while I was preparing to retrieve my laundry, I grabbed my empty basket. I then proceeded through the house to the garage. Only then did I actually look into the basket...to see 8 eyes staring back up at me! This guy was huge, and I'm surprised that I was able to lift the basket while transporting this beefy bastard. The inner girl in me screamed. Outwardly, I had to appear calm and stoic, yet I dropped the basket anyhow. He sensed my fear.
"I'm going to rape you now" he proclaimed, lunging toward me with a now revealed switchblade. In that instant I thought of this thread and suddenly understood that karma works both ways. Luckily, my instincts took over and I met his sudden attack with a size 12 roundhouse. My aim was true as I stomped his body into the pavement. A smile took to my lips as the threat was neutralized. I then felt him pushing up on my boot, attempting to kick out from under. In a flash I drug my boot across the garage floor. A spidery smear was all that remained.
However, in my haste, I had overlooked something. At this moment, I sensed movement on my left flank. "You keelled my couseen, essay. Preee-peer to die, holmes" was heard as I spun around. The situation was much worse that I anticipated. I was dealing with the dreaded Tijuana Raping Spider. In a flash I struck out eager to end his life with a badass roundhouse, but he was too quick. My foot struck the pavement as he darted beneath the washing machine.
"Jooo gonna die, essay" was heard as he retreated to safety.
I frantically searched the basket for their lair. I realized that these guys were far too big to have made this basket their home, which led to an even worse observation...their lair was in my closet. Where I keep my shoes, dvds, instruments of death, and beef jerky. I've searched repeated times (through a scope), yet I have as of yet been unable to locate it.
So now they have access to my guns, and are bent on revenge for my murdering one of their own. I can only sit for a few moments at a time while I'm typing. I have to constantly swing my head around to the closet, and await the emanate raping.
Consider this post my apology. It may be my last.
""I'm going to rape you now" he proclaimed, lunging toward me with a now revealed switchblade." fucking lol'd. epic. +1GravyDan wrote:
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he's got way to much time on his hands. but i still LQTM'dCanadianloser wrote:
""I'm going to rape you now" he proclaimed, lunging toward me with a now revealed switchblade." fucking lol'd. epic. +1GravyDan wrote:
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Nature is a powerful force. Those who seek to subdue nature, never do so permanently.