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But whatever.
It's almost midnight.
This can only mean one thing.
Someone's found a bloody massive spider sitting after their bed.
As happens every few months in our house.
Just squatting on the ceiling ... ready to drop on your fase .... or get sucked in to whirling cyclonic oblivion ... depending on whether you can bear the sight of yourself getting nekkid under lamp light.
*scans every corner of the room*
spider paranoia ... 8-legged prima-donna ... fat + furry freak-show horror ...
But whatever.
It's almost midnight.
This can only mean one thing.
Someone's found a bloody massive spider sitting after their bed.
As happens every few months in our house.
Just squatting on the ceiling ... ready to drop on your fase .... or get sucked in to whirling cyclonic oblivion ... depending on whether you can bear the sight of yourself getting nekkid under lamp light.
*scans every corner of the room*
spider paranoia ... 8-legged prima-donna ... fat + furry freak-show horror ...
What the Dyson does to their frail bodies is the Dyson's business - although, thanks to the nice clear dust chamber, I can be a guilt-free viewer.
> You shouldn't kill spiders. That's bad karma.
And itll rain *looks out window* someone has killed a lot of spiders lately
... and there he was, waiting to be rescued, which I kindly did :)
Anyone would think I had a bloody immigrant crawling beneath my PC desk.
Spiders and moths - the creatures of Satan.