Where’s my web???

Last night, while I was dreaming about **** and ******ing, it seems that a spider bit me. Today morning, I woke up to exactly seven mid-sized, painless and slightly-itchy bumps on my face. It didn’t look monstrous, but it wasn’t a very appealing sight. Now, while executing my dazzling repertoire of 10 puffy push-ups, I felt that I could go an extra mile, and before I knew, I had pulled off 25 flawlessly smooth push-ups. At this, my ultrafast microprocessor chipset wasted no time in linking the solitary spider bite, with my dazzling athletic performance. A brief bicep flex yielded a firm shaped bicep. Then I took off my glasses, and tried walking around. Unfortunately this wasn’t a very good idea, as it culminated in me almost tripping over my boots. Guessing that arachnid ocular vision was still around the bend, I tried other spidery antics. What if the spider wasn’t really radioactive, just really buff?? An acrobat by profession maybe. Or maybe it was an adventurous spider, with a history of myopia. Then, I tried the final test. A snap of the wrist yielded a long silky strand of steel cable-strength which promptly anchored on the Etisalat building, and I dangled away into oblivion, spinning webs, foiling villains and making out with the delectable Kirsten (of flimsy-see-thru-dress fame). Or so I wish. In reality, nothing happened. I’ve been taking anti-allergenic medication, and checking out gruesome pictures of spider-bites on Google. *Sigh*

~ by aecoss on December 14, 2006.