Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Justin's Spider

Read the comments from my Dublin's Friend post.

Not even a defibrillator would bring me back around.

7 comments:

Justin said...

Yep. Thats the bastard that turned me into a quivering pile of poop. I recognize the license plate number on that thing too. Can feel its hairy legs running up my face as I type. Brrrrrrr! What was God thinking? Honestly, what service does a spider the size of a VW bug provide? A bird eating spider? Isn't that what we have friggin cats for! I am now going to spend the rest of the day feeling like things are crawling on me. Thanks Mart.....

Bird said...

Did that come out of your hot tub too?

Martine said...

I may have mentioned once or twice (or something like that) that I will never, EVER move again. If that came out of my hot tub, I'd be packing my shit...in garbage bags and banana boxes. Buh-bye.

Bird said...

This is Dublin.
This is Toxic Soup.
This is Dublin on Toxic Soup.

Start packing.

Pieter said...

I'll stick to Guiness, thanks. I may have missed it - but - how did the itty bitty little bgger get the namr Dublin?

winks said...

Hope Kinny doesn't see this, she would be packing her bags too, just in case!

Just what do you Americans feed your spiders? No Swazi spider is ever half that size!

winks said...

Reminds me of a spider we had around at Christmas. He was plastic and green, but he could be hung in a tree and as some hapless person walked past, he would rattle down his web very noisily. Scared some folks to pink jelly.