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That's funny. I've been in the passenger seat while a huntsman man a bee line for the driver, piss funny.
I did a lot of woodcutting with my old man when I was growing up, and in the bush those fuckers are everywhere. You can't go out cutting Box trees without having at least one of the fuckers crawl up your arm. The funny thing is they nearly always jump off when they get to the elbow. I'm dead scared of spiders, but to be honest, huntsmen don't really bother me anymore. If I was to be bitten, it would've happened by now. Put me within 5 metres of a White-tail though, and I'm a shivering bitch.
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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