A man and his pet spider walk into a bar. It's about 5pm, but they're ready for a good night of drinking. They start off slowly, watching TV, drinking beer, eating peanuts. As the night goes on they move to mixed drinks, and then shooters, one after the other. Finally, the bartender says: "Last call." So, the man says, "One more for me... and one more for my spider." The bartender sets them up and they shoot them back. Suddenly, the spider falls over dead. The man throws some money on the bar, puts on his coat and starts to leave. The bartender, yells: "Hey buddy, you can't just leave that lyin' there." To which the man replies: "That's not a lion, that's a spider."
So the False Widow spider, who looks kinda like the Black Widow but who's bite doesn't really amount to much, has closed down a school?
ReplyDeleteRemember when Britain's empire spanned most of the globe?
Remember Riki Tiki Tavi? They left the boy defended by a weasel.
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