Hey, Steeltoe--I just went to use a Kleenex and thought of you.

My nose was itching, so I reach for a Kleenex, and as I brought it to my face I see something on it out of the corner of my eye.
A spider crawling, just as the tissue approaches my nose.

The end.

P. S. He's now quite dead.

 

You know it layed hundreds of eggs in that box right? I would hope you lit the whole thing on fire immediately.

 

At least you did the right thing.

 

I really thought you were masturbating while thinking of steeltoe.

 

Shut your whore mouth!

 

You keep talking dirty and he's gonna open another box.

 

I hate this place.