There's a large spider running around under my desk. I stepped on him, he ran away. I ran him over with the chair, he ran away. Fuckers are indestructable, and that's why they need to all go away. I keep feeling itchy and I know that it's the spider's mind games. I need hair spray, pronto. I want to try this hair spray torture trick.
And you know something, here's the part that pisses me off: I saw him run outside my desk, like 5-6 feet away from me. And I let him go. I showed mercy and kindness. So how does he repay me? By invading my personal space. By bringing it to me. Son of a bitch. He better hide well cause I've had it.