

you guys i opened a door to let the dogs out and a fucking spider ran across my foot inside and then i was screaming and my mom dropped a plastic bowl on it to not let it run away and then it fUCKING GAVE BIRTH ON THE FLOOR IN THE BOWL AND THEN WE WERE BOTH SCREAMING
WHAT DO I DO
ITS STILL IN THE BOWL AND ITS JUST HAVING MORE BABIES
FUCK
IT DROPPED MORE BABIES
MY DADS LIKE GASSING THEM WITH SPRAY AND ITS STILL GIVING BIRTH
YOU GUYS THOSE ARE ALL BABIES
FUCK MY LIFE
There is only one solution:
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I want a Giles on the street, but a Ripper in the sheets.
Word.
never found him attractive until now.
Giles on the street, but a Ripper in the sheets.
Giles on the street, but a Ripper in the sheets
Giles on the street, but a Ripper in the sheets.
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If I’m not blogging tomorrow my family has murdered me
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