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There has been a Daddy Long Legs in my room for the past three days. It's staying right up near the ceiling where I can't get at it with my bug-squashing book of DOOM. I think it figures that if it stays there long enough, eventually I'll get bored and stop trying to kill it. Well guess again, asshole! My urge for buggy genocide is without limit!
Also, I cannot find my essential oils, so now when I wash the floor it will just smell of soap, not citronella and lavender. I cannot help thinking the Daddy Long Legs is behind this somehow.
Bugs are jerks.
Also, I cannot find my essential oils, so now when I wash the floor it will just smell of soap, not citronella and lavender. I cannot help thinking the Daddy Long Legs is behind this somehow.
Bugs are jerks.
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also. lavender is gross. You're gross. Bugs are going to eat you.
*shakes head* wtf. i think i was just possessed by a daddy long legs.
how is that Possible?
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Of course, in your case, the fact that your brain is so very small means there is plenty of room for a Daddy Long Longs inside your skull, and your tiny hair will do nothing to keep them out.
Here endeth the lesson.
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2.) or pictures of Billy Conelly and Judi Dencg getting it on in a film where Gerrard Butler is naked and Oh My God his thighs are Enormous!
3.) your spelling wheelchair, Monsieur
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2: You're a disgusting monster for even thinking either of those things.
3: You're gay.
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YOU're a cigarette.
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