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It started off with me in the living room of my flat, when I noticed somethign moving. It was a big spider with a big, long egg sack hanging off it's a**e. I felt scared, like I would if I saw a real spider (I'm terrified of 'em). Then I lost it. I went into the bedroom to get my girlfriend, but she wasn't there. When I went back into the living room there were stereotypical Japanese tourists standing on the furniture and screaming whenever the spider came near them. My girlfriend was back there for some reason and we were trying to call our landlord to get rid of the spider. Then we were looking over the edge of the sofa at the spider, but the egg sack had gone. We turned around and it was on the floor. I took a closer look and maggoty-creatures with wings started coming out and flying everywhere, so I opened the door. That was when I woke up. Really startled me for a bit before I realised it wasn't a dream.
Maybe a spider made a home in my mouth for the night or summint?
Probably find that a bunch of U.S scientists went to a trailor park and watched a family of red necks for a year. Watching them get wasted everynight and ending up unconcious on the floor. The scientists then wrote down what crawled into the losers mouthes each night.
I guess we know the reason now why we wake up with that bloody awful taste in our mouthes from time to time. ;-)) Just be careful when french kissing your partner the following morning - keep an eye out for a hairy bug leg hanging out the side of her gob. ;-)
There was no kinky stuff, but I woke up with the most satisifed and ecstatic feeling I have ever had.......and her next to me.
I just read that - GOD I'M WEIRD!
> The average person eats 8 spiders a year in their sleep...
"All well and good, but that doesn't explain why you were found in the tarantula's den with a bottle of ketchup."
> I think geneticists should cross a spider with a chicken, so you can
> have a leg each at family get-togethers.
That joke is just about as original as saying "Why did the chicken croos the road".
And by the way, why DID the chicken cross the road?
I haven't the damnedest clue.
> The average person eats 8 spiders a year in their sleep...
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And you can't argue with statistics.
Ha! You all eat spiders!
Ha! So do I!