This must be what Alphaba from Wicked felt like...
Mom tells me to go sort out stuff I no longer use so that we could donate them. I scoot on up to my room and the first f'king thing I pull out has a huge effing spider hanging out on it.
It's still there being all creepy and shit 'cause I'm too traumatized to go anywhere near it.
Moral of the story: don't try to be a good person. You'll only end up getting spiders all up in your business.
It's still there being all creepy and shit 'cause I'm too traumatized to go anywhere near it.
Moral of the story: don't try to be a good person. You'll only end up getting spiders all up in your business.