GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

Hey you.

Arachnid! Eight eyes. Spindle legs. Creepazoid. Yeah, you.

GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Wh..wait. Where do you think you’re going?


Aw hell no. You can’t fit in that crack…


Okay maybe you can.

Hey. HEY! I can still see you, you know.


Not cool.

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4 thoughts on “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

  1. Worst part about living in Victoria, hands down. Well, that and the never-getting-to-see-good-bands thing. But seriously. ICK.

    [confession]
    I used to squish the ones in my house.
    [/confession]

    I'd quite like The German (or The Portlandian, for that matter) to give me a Dead Spiders Tell No Tales tattoo as punishment (?) for my vegan faux-pas.

    xo,
    L!

  2. Worst part about living in Victoria, hands down. Well, that and the never-getting-to-see-good-bands thing. But seriously. ICK.

    [confession]
    I used to squish the ones in my house.
    [/confession]

    I'd quite like The German (or The Portlandian, for that matter) to give me a Dead Spiders Tell No Tales tattoo as punishment (?) for my vegan faux-pas.

    xo,
    L!

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