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http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?xml=/earth/2008/10/22/easpider122.xml  :eek:

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That just sent shivers down my spine. I hate spiders.

The role of a man is to dispose of a spider swiftly and without fear! If you cant do that you have to question yourself! Its up there with opening jam jars for a girl!

Nope, my missus deals with the spiders in our house. I hate the little fuckers.

I found those pictures rather arousing.

I thought that was a bird of prey at first...

thats a fucking disgusting spider. i bet it moves like a ninja the cunt.

mother fucking hell

that is just horrid. i've goosebumps all down my back now.


ditto dude. no way do i go near those fuckers

IT'S FAKE!!!




(not really just wanted to be the annoying twat that always types that in this kind of thread)

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imagine seeing this in your bedroom of a morning

I'd form an alliance with the spiders and we'd attack samdy. mwahahahahaha

Om my god I didnt think I was scared of spiders but that has made me feel sick!!

I'm not too bad with spiders, can deal with your average bathroom invading bugger, but I'd fucking shit myself!

I'd move out if I saw that!

it's all those little ones that'd make me a bit "urgh", one wallop with a shoe and the biggie's dead, the small ones will scatter and I'd make a sharp exit to the pub for a few hours, to erm, collect my thoughts.

A few pints later I get home, find the hoover and get those little feckers, before they get me!

That big'un would jump and shit though. OK, if I could drop a really big book on it I'd probably be OK...just.

Anyone seen those remote controlled tarantulas? *shudder*

Those photo's are ace, I fackin love spiders and stuff (From a safe distance mind)

I went into an abandoned missile silo cave type thing in spain once, we wondered what the mossy looking stuff on the walls was until it started moving. It was literally (and I mean literally as in the bit is properly true) hundreds of thousands of big but thin spiders lining the whole thing.

I've got a photo somewhere, I'll try and find it.

oo oo find it

You are all a bunch of girls....

We like football, too...

I've looked, it ain't on my laptop, will check my other pc sometime.

Ha Ha!!

what's PCA69?

top secret, that's between me and a fellow friend

'please come and'

'pook can always'

none of the above!!

boo, i don't like secrets.

all girls have secrets, why don't you then?

I'm not a girl?

 ?

I missed out the word 'because', Reg. I assumed it was presumed.

 Your assumption was presumptive.

 

That photo with all the babies is either in a spider lovers house or an abandoned one set-up for it.  There would be an egg sack the size of Chippenham hanging in the corner of the room long enough for you to knock the shit out of it before they hatched.  Not that I condone the mass slaughter of innocent small uinborn creatures of the 8 legged variety.

I'm not so keen on the buggers being on me but I am the house assault weapon for all creepy crawlies as assigned by the wife.  The scorpion in our towel in Florida was a test of character but turns out they aren't that quick and shoes do an equally good job on them.

Killing a scorpion with some sort of footwear is something I want to do before I die. I quite fancy spearing one with a stiletto (sp?) or something but to do that I'll either need to take up cross dressing or find a missus from the high society who wear heels in the desert.

Not yet a woman
All i need is time
A moment that is mine
While im in between

I assumed it would be.

i used  to go to a place called mazunte on the mexican pacific and in the evening scorpions used to take a stroll along the beach and sometimes wander into the bar. I once coughed up my corona watching a bar man killing a scorpion by stamping on it with his bare feet.