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Ass, Fall, and Hail Mary: I almost died today. Here is the true story So Iwas derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get completely covered by the hugest web I've ever felt. All over my face, all over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes! This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!! and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time knocking the behemoth against the fence. It looks dazed; begins to squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body.I emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate Unlike Comment Share 3 hours ago you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com epicjohndoe: This Man Should Write A Novel
Ass, Fall, and Hail Mary: I almost died today. Here is the true story
 So Iwas derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole
 time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I
 go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if
 any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are
 these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they
 are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get
 completely covered by the hugest web I've ever felt. All over my face, all
 over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no
 worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to
 concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my
 struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the
 huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out
 of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look
 closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me
 with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to
 my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes!
 This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!!
 and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to
 struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It
 reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for
 gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows
 down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure
 death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my
 chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time
 knocking the behemoth against the fence. It looks dazed; begins to
 squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't
 give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle
 cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled
 pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body.I
 emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my
 improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate
 Unlike Comment Share 3 hours ago
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
epicjohndoe:

This Man Should Write A Novel

epicjohndoe: This Man Should Write A Novel

At-St, Children, and Dogs: When my toddler punches my dog, my dog growls at him. How do I stop my dog from growling at my son? Marnie Bell, studied at St Margaret's Anglican Girls' School Updated Fri Upvoted by Erika Wiggins, I trained all of my dogs to Canine Good Companion standards. and Caitie Foster, has 20+ yrs experience living with and learning about dogs. Get rid of it. If it can't follow basic directions by now, that kid is never going to be able to. Take it back to the hospital where you had it and tell them that the child just doesn't fit in to your family. They can arrange for a new home for the kid. ALTERNATIVELY you could teach your toddler to respect the dog. Growling is your warning. It's a VERY clear message that the dog is distressed about something (if your toddler punched me, I'd growl too). Your dog can't talk. Growling and body language is the only way he has to tell you that he's upset. So -Why are you letting the child punch the dog?! What is wrong with you?! You need to teach your child how to be gentle and respectful of your dog. If you don't, and the child's atrocious behavior continues, expect the next time to end in your child being bitten. Theres not much that grinds my gears as much as dogs being put down or labeled 'vicious because of stupid, irresponsible owners. Separate the 2 of them as much as possible until you can be the owner & parent your poor dog deserves. People like this do not deserve to have dogs or children 😑
At-St, Children, and Dogs: When my toddler punches my dog, my dog growls at him.
 How do I stop my dog from growling at my son?
 Marnie Bell, studied at St Margaret's Anglican Girls' School
 Updated Fri Upvoted by Erika Wiggins, I trained all of my dogs to Canine
 Good Companion standards. and Caitie Foster, has 20+ yrs experience living
 with and learning about dogs.
 Get rid of it. If it can't follow basic directions by now, that kid is never going
 to be able to. Take it back to the hospital where you had it and tell them that
 the child just doesn't fit in to your family. They can arrange for a new home
 for the kid.
 ALTERNATIVELY you could teach your toddler to respect the dog. Growling
 is your warning. It's a VERY clear message that the dog is distressed about
 something (if your toddler punched me, I'd growl too). Your dog can't talk.
 Growling and body language is the only way he has to tell you that he's
 upset.
 So -Why are you letting the child punch the dog?! What is wrong with you?!
 You need to teach your child how to be gentle and respectful of your dog. If
 you don't, and the child's atrocious behavior continues, expect the next
 time to end in your child being bitten.
 Theres not much that grinds my gears as much as dogs being put down or
 labeled 'vicious because of stupid, irresponsible owners. Separate the 2 of
 them as much as possible until you can be the owner & parent your poor dog
 deserves.
People like this do not deserve to have dogs or children 😑

People like this do not deserve to have dogs or children 😑