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About a year ago I was on a gig in Hale near Manchester. I was on my way into town at lunch time
when I espied a fit young lady at her garden gate in a bath robe.
She was clearly terrified, and was almost incoherant. She had, apparently, a large spider in the bath, and would I be a gentleman and throw it out of the bathroom winder.
So we went upstairs, and she brought me a glass and a beermat. She showed me the bathroom, and sure enough there was a little hairy legged spider having a little bath in a small pool of water.
I stuck the glass on it, beer mat under then 'whoosh' out of the winder.
She slumped against me as the tension left her young supple body, and she sobbed on my shoulder as the stress began to ebb. Her firm young pert breasts thrust into my body as she clung to me in gratitude, and I confess that I got a semi on as she accidentally brushed me saus with the back of her hand.
Small beads of perspiration formed on her quivering lip as she pressed closer looking for a way to express her thanks, but she was too eager and her robe slipped away , exposing her rosebud perky nipples. 'I'm frothing in me nics' she said in a quavering voice as I laid her down on the bathroom floor......
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I dont like heights. I get very scared when I am up high or even see it in a movie
but spiders ... pah. I have no fear of the massive hairy eight legged poisonous venomous big jawed biting bastids.
even if one crawled in my ear tonight, went down my ear canal, laid 50,000 spider eggs in a spider-foam nest, ate its way through my brain and crawled out of my left nostril, it wouldnt bother me at all.
really ?
once one got into my eyeball, via my optic nerve. It swam around in there for three weeks before it eventually died,
luckily I was working on some visual basic spaghetti code, so all the legs I was seeing didnt put me off at all
I dont like heights. I get very scared when I am up high or even see it in a movie
but spiders ... pah. I have no fear of the massive hairy eight legged poisonous venomous big jawed biting bastids.
even if one crawled in my ear tonight, went down my ear canal, laid 50,000 spider eggs in a spider-foam nest, ate its way through my brain and crawled out of my left nostril, it wouldnt bother me at all.
I dont like heights. I get very scared when I am up high or even see it in a movie
but spiders ... pah. I have no fear of the massive hairy eight legged poisonous venomous big jawed biting bastids.
even if one crawled in my ear tonight, went down my ear canal, laid 50,000 spider eggs in a spider-foam nest, ate its way through my brain and crawled out of my left nostril, it wouldnt bother me at all.
It would only be worse if the fumes from the raid induced some sort of hallucinating dream state where you dreamt about enormous dr who style spiders jumping out of an enormous wine glass and eating your face off.
I imagine
No more about spiders or I'll be having nightmares
It's like an invasion this morning. Half a dozen of the basturts around the house already, the smell of Raid is making my eyes water.
It would only be worse if the fumes from the raid induced some sort of hallucinating dream state where you dreamt about enormous dr who style spiders jumping out of an enormous wine glass and eating your face off.
It's like an invasion this morning. Half a dozen of the basturts around the house already, the smell of Raid is making my eyes water.
I've clearly missed a related thread, but ugh spiders. Proper big house-spiders or big fat-bodied outside ones? Don't know which are worst, house-spiders are so much bigger but at least they don't dangle.
Our cat ignores spiders, only interested in moths or daddy-long-legs.
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