Attacked by fucking spiders
Usually, when PJ and I come up with a comic idea, it comes from a box we share labeled "The Funny." It sits in a closet and it's always there whenever we need it. It helps that we keep it online in a central location where we can both get to it. We each have a key, so that's never a problem.
So imagine our surprise this week when we both went to open the box and not only was the box empty, but a fucking spider that had been lurking under it came and bit us both in the face! First of all, I didn't know spiders could jump. I know they can spin and swing and all that, but jump? Those legs don't look very muscular, but this spider leapt like he was made of springs. I think the spider somehow stole The Funny while we were both clutching our faces, screaming.
Which is all to say that because our shipment of The Funny wasn't delivered in a timely manner, there's no Space Monkeys! comic today. Yeah, I know. We're pissed too. I've been spending the whole morning chewing out our Funny supplier on the phone, trying to figure out who dropped the fucking ball here. The guy I talked to was brazen enough to suggest that PJ and I should be supplying our own fucking Funny! Have you ever heard of such a thing?
So, we're going to try to stock up this weekend so shit doesn't happen again. And we're going to spray for spiders. I think my eyebrow is swelling up.
So imagine our surprise this week when we both went to open the box and not only was the box empty, but a fucking spider that had been lurking under it came and bit us both in the face! First of all, I didn't know spiders could jump. I know they can spin and swing and all that, but jump? Those legs don't look very muscular, but this spider leapt like he was made of springs. I think the spider somehow stole The Funny while we were both clutching our faces, screaming.
Which is all to say that because our shipment of The Funny wasn't delivered in a timely manner, there's no Space Monkeys! comic today. Yeah, I know. We're pissed too. I've been spending the whole morning chewing out our Funny supplier on the phone, trying to figure out who dropped the fucking ball here. The guy I talked to was brazen enough to suggest that PJ and I should be supplying our own fucking Funny! Have you ever heard of such a thing?
So, we're going to try to stock up this weekend so shit doesn't happen again. And we're going to spray for spiders. I think my eyebrow is swelling up.
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I feel like William Shatner.
NO EXCUSES!!!
Freaking Funny-eating spiders. I've lost count of how many times they've rampaged through my Funny Box. As can be evidenced by my own blog. My poor, unfunny blog.
Omar and PJ, is your Funny supplier named Jimmy? He's really copped an attitude lately. I've warned him that if he doesn't shape up I'm gonna hafta take my business to another Funny supplier. 'Cause heaven knows I don't have the time (or talent) to supply my own Funny.
I like to call him Jimmy the Bastard. On a lighter note, I managed to eat the spider. That's right...I ate him. He won't be stealing our Funny again any time soon. Although...you don't suppose he might start eating my Funny I have inside of me, will he? It'll be like that damn children's book. I'm gonna have to swallow a bird now or something.
Did you eat the spider whole or did you chop him up and sautee him first? If it's the latter, you should be fine. If it's the former, well, it could go either way. Depends on how strong your stomach acid is. Mine could eat through lead pipes, but I'm kind of a freak.
I decided to just man up and eat it whole. Haa! How many times have I said THAT before?
I am so not touching that...
*sigh* I wish you would...
*raises eyebrow* Well, P.J., now you've expressed that wish... *wicked smile*
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