Completely and utterly insignificant, but..
I picked up my jeans this morning to put them on and there was a F***ING SPIDER IN THEM. IT WAS ENORMOUS AND IT WAS IN MY ***D*MN JEANS. And you know what this means? Lots of little spider babies crawling around in my bedroom.
So I pulled myself together, killed the thing, and went for a run instead. Now, the cleaning rampage begins, because I don't want no mother f*ing spiders in my mother f*ing clothes.
*disclaimer* I like spiders. They eat mosquitoes, blah blah blah. As long as they stay OUT of my personal space, aka the inside of my jeans, we'll be just fine.
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