So... I'm sitting here in the dark lit only by the glow of my aluminum baby, checking out whatever be interesting to mine self, and I see this little white fluff-ish thing kinda swaying in front of my eye. I'm thinking its just some fluff or dirt or something inanimate, right?
I brush it away, but get the feeling I should turn on the light. I do, and its a damn spider. A damn fucking anal rape bastard spider was hanging off my damn eye. What the hell is that? I didn't give him permission to do that. Thats just inconsiderate. I can't tolerate that kind of behaviour in my kingdom.
This is definately without a doubt not what I looked like during the aforementioned spider incident, as that would be threatening to my awesome masculinity that gets me all the ladies. Oh yeah. Really. Get away with your jealousy.
I brush it away, but get the feeling I should turn on the light. I do, and its a damn spider. A damn fucking anal rape bastard spider was hanging off my damn eye. What the hell is that? I didn't give him permission to do that. Thats just inconsiderate. I can't tolerate that kind of behaviour in my kingdom.
This is definately without a doubt not what I looked like during the aforementioned spider incident, as that would be threatening to my awesome masculinity that gets me all the ladies. Oh yeah. Really. Get away with your jealousy.
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I suppose, even though you figured out my plot, you can be in on the frolicking. That is, if you give me a Juicy Gel.
That was not a secret! You got my hopes up. I was expecting something good. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't appreciate good ol' Sting and the Police. But they're really no secret.
I'm trying to remember what else you wrote, but my mind is drawing a complete blank. It seems to be doing that a lot today.