Is the spider falling off the hair dryer, directly into my cleavage on this Monday morning, a good sign or a bad sign?
Insert crazy frenzy spider dance as I wiggled my way out of both shirt and bra, one handed, as the other hand is clutching the spider, enclosed in a fist full of bra and shirt, so it does not get its creepy eight legs in contact with my ta-ta's.
eeewww. eeeewww. eeeeewww.
**shudder**
At least I didn't scream my lungs out and wake everyone up.
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