I was at
work and heard it coming from the other room. It was… THE CALL.
By the
call, I mean the high pitched girlish scream coming from the next room.
This was
proceeded by my boss running as fast as goddamn possible out of another room.
That call followed by that action could only mean one thing.
A spider.
That was
fine, I don’t have arachnophobia. Basically it’s like this:
Of
course, I put on my big girl panties and went on in there with a glass, located
the spider and:
No, I don’t
have arachnophobia. But I understand fears.
As I
mentioned before, I have a strong dislike for clowns.
A hate if
you will.
A deep
dark hate from the bottom of my soul, only eclipsed by my intense fear of those
mother fuckers.
So if I
ever come and find a clown in the room, I expect all my friends to do the same
to me.
And when
you release it into the wild, you have to drive far enough away for it not to
find its way back.
Otherwise
you’ll come home to this:
And never
tell me where you’re releasing them. Otherwise it could end up like this:
