Dayum. Glad I'm in England, where the spiders only grow as big as your ear. Least that's the size of the one in my garage.Sonicron said:Spidery shenanigans.
Think it's the quickly-ripping-off-the-bandage as opposed to slowly pulling it off theory of delivering bad news? On the other hand, I passed on my father's news to my brother by handing him a glass of whiskey when I woke and told him.Dege84 said:Some people just don't have what it takes, eh? Simmilar thing happened to me, the author was sort of a friend of mine: Hey...your girlfriend has drowned. I'm sorry.Lisolet said:Wake up Lisolet, you're mother's dead.
That was my father, the great communicator.
This for me as well. I live across from a big field (Country living ftw), and every spring when the crop-dusting starts I wake up at 6am every morning to what sounds like the whole goddamned RCAF flying over my house.Sir Kemper said:Back when I lived in an apartment, they're was a time a low flying airplane flew over my house, literally sounded like a bomb had gone off, worst enough, I had woken up after such a deep sleep that the light coming from my window was incredibly bright.
The whole sound, light, and confusion from being woken up from a deep sleep made me think an atomic bomb had been dropped on my fair town.
Something similar.Lisolet said:"Wake up Lisolet, your mother's dead."
That was my father, the great communicator.