I always speak nonsense. Nonsense is funny. Nonsense is weird. Nonsense is crazy. Now I don't know WHAT I am talking about. And that's complete nonsense. Wait what AM I actually talking about??!!??
I'm still thinking about that time a wolf spider was in my toilet and the fact I was side tracked and stayed on the loo for fifteen minutes just amazes me that I didn't know until I flushed the fucker. (It didn't flush down and die, the second time I came back, I found it again; double flush is mandatory now.) All these thoughts came up in my head. What if it bit me there? What the fuck would I do? How would I address this situation to my dad? Do I slam my ass on the wall repeatedly or do I swipe? Do I reach and try to feel for it? Do I calmly let it roam around until it gets off?
Once I fell asleep on a spider, found 3 bites on my neck and collar bone and a dead whitetail underneath me. Ahhh