Din Dins?

[Sir C]

Because falling from them can make you die. It requires an extraordinary lack of imagination not to appreciate this fact.

Eaxctly. Which explains my fear of spiders. Those fúckers can kill you with one sting.

[SWv2]

Eaxctly. Which explains my fear of spiders. Those fúckers can kill you with one sting.

I am no David Attenborough but do spiders sting?

[Sir C]

I am no David Attenborough but do spiders sting?

Yep. Sting you dead, the fúckers. Especially the ****s you find in the bath with the really long legs.

[SWv2]

Yep. Sting you dead, the fúckers. Especially the ****s you find in the bath with the really long legs.

Do they not bite you?

[Sir C]

Do they not bite you?

No they most certainly do not, for I outsmart them by shouting until Mrs C comes and takes them away. :shrood:

[SWv2]

No they most certainly do not, for I outsmart them by shouting until Mrs C comes and takes them away. :shrood:

You big fúcking Dutch gay.

I once held a tarantula in my hand, naturally this was not an action of choice but one I was coerced into and in order to retain my Snake Pliskin type image with my children I styled it out.

I was fúcking ****ting bricks.

[Sir C]

You big fúcking Dutch gay.

I once held a tarantula in my hand, naturally this was not an action of choice but one I was coerced into and in order to retain my Snake Pliskin type image with my children I styled it out.

I was fúcking ****ting bricks.

I saw one in a tree in a jungle with loads of babies on its back.

Eyes. The fúcking eyes haunt me to this day. Imagine waking up to find the fúcking spider had laid it's eggs under the skin of your helmet and next thing, BOOM your bellend has exploded and there's fúcking monstrous spiders pouring out fo the tattered lump of flesh that used to be your cóck and they're stinging the fúck out of you and looking at you with their eyes.

AND YOU ASK WHY I'M SCARED OF SPIDERS?