The People's Exhibit A (davidology) wrote,
The People's Exhibit A

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Dear God:

I don't know how you managed to have a spider the size of a house crawl off my pillow when I pulled back the comforter to lie down, but if I don't die from the fumes of the bug spray moat I have created around my bed, so help me, I will get you. Keep your evil minions away from me!

It's on, bitch. Oh, you will rue the day!

...Go on! Rue it!


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