Calculatrice wrote...
Grif101 wrote...
Alright children gather around if you want to hear the story of how Grif met his first Black Widow while in the crapper
*Gathers round* Tell me, oh great one.
Well it began one day in my home in Victoria.
As I said I met that bugger when I was taking a crap, it appeared that she had been making a nest in my toilet and decided that my precense wasn't very likable. So as I was reading my newspaper I felt something (you guessed it) skittering up my a** and as you can guess I ran screaming like a little girl slapping my a** trying to kill it. It fell of and scurried away but however I decided that I wouldn't manage to sleep until I killed that little f*cker. If you've seen the movie Arachnaphobia then that's pretty much how it was between me and that spider. I spent five bloody hours hunting for it and it always scurried away before I could kill it. Now I couldn't shoot it because well that would cause the neighbours to whine, so I improvised and vowed to kill it with my hand meat tenderizer. Eventually I cornered the f*cker in the kitchen in a one on one showdown that lasted five minutes (cue dramatic jungle music) in which I finally hammered that f*cker into extinction.........as for the eggs that was just a matter if getting them down the toilet.
EDIT: sorry for the late post but it takes awhile to type it
Modifié par Grif101, 11 avril 2010 - 01:41 .