My pet is crawling up the side of her face, and I can see the fear in her
expression—it makes me chuckle.
“The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed… the spider… out.”
“Oh God,” she moans.
“Out came the sun and dried up… all the rain." I force out the
rest of the lyrics through gritted teeth. “The itsy… bitsy… spider…climbed up… the spout again.”
BRUH THE AUDIOBOOK IS UNHINGED!!
— Jun 28, 2026 12:13PM
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