Daddy-long-legs are the most poisonous spiders in the world, however, their mouths are too small to bite humans. So, I taunt them. I taunt them by saying things like: Oooo---big, bad daddy-long-legs, I'm sooo scared. Why don't you bite me? Open that tiny little pie hole and bite me, why don't cha? What? You can't? Could it be that your teenie-weenie pie hole is too teenie-weenie to bite me, O, poisonous one? Come hither! Open wide! Stick them there fangs in me Mr. arachnoid, tough guy. I dare you, spider-brain. I double-dare you. Still can't bite me can you, big daddy? You punk....
Is it true, as they say, that if I pick you up by all of your legs, but one, your free leg will point me in the direction of my lost cattle? It is?! Well, if I had some lost cattle I'd do that.
Fret not, O, big daddy-long-legs; I'm not going to kill you, because I don't want it to rain tomorrow. EARTHLINGS ARE CRAZY AS HELL!, by ALLEN BALL-- Tuesday, July 8, 2003
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