Originally Posted by The Batlord

So the other night in a dream I somehow acquired an affectionate, highly fearful, small-dog-sized tarantula for a pet. She lives in a duffel bag. No she does not have a name because it's a dream. Anyways...

Just woke up from a long, rambling dream involving a prank war and the people I was at war with disturbed my living space. With an adorably terrified screech my pet giant spider jumped out of her duffel bag and ran toward me for safety, but I am not a willing spider owner cause it's a ****ing dream so now I'm running for MY life cause I don't trust my subconscious not to have a go at me.

Notice that this incident and my acquisition of the spider (who I have just now decided to dub Nancy) happened on different nights and in different dreams. Meaning that my subconscious has now adopted a spider which it considers both lovable companion and nightmare.

Originally Posted by Neward Thelman

"SMOKE CRACK MUDA****KKA"

I'll check that dictionary, but in the meantime I'm impressed - as is everyone else in the world - by your eloquence, obvious accomplishments and success, and the evidence of your blazingly high intelligence.

Originally Posted by Frownland

He just doesn't have a mind so closed that it rivals Blockbuster.

Originally Posted by elphenor

I own the mail