Little McPockets, needed at the office, bathing his sleep away,
Along came a spider who hung down beside 'er and startled McPockets awake,
With broken legs and a smashed in head, the spider floats to his grave.
Fuck you to, Mr Spider.
Along came a spider who hung down beside 'er and startled McPockets awake,
With broken legs and a smashed in head, the spider floats to his grave.
Fuck you to, Mr Spider.


You okay now right?
If I were you I think I would have passed out and then the spider and all its buddies would have eaten me
damn eight-legged freaks. They scare the shit out of me. there's currently 3 downstairs int he kitchen. and i refuse to go near them


that's tiny.