Relax! I'm a GM spider, poison been replaced with tattoo ink! So it was a butterfly you wanted on your shoulder, right?
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In an act of supreme kindness, we are giving you another chance to win a 6TB Western Digital Hard Drive – in this week’s Vulture Caption Competition. Last week’s caption competition had the little grey cells in overdrive. The picture of a gorilla contemplating an iPhone led to lots of comments on who might have access to his …
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Friday 28th August 2015 13:09 GMT BlartVersenwaldIII
Three for the price of one
The unfortunately named arachnophobe Ashley Madison's week on the web got even worse when contextual advertising put her in touch with the wrong kind of spin doctor.
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Miriam didn't get along well with her new proofreader Webster at first.
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Oh no, that mole is looking a lot worse...
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Despite finding a giant, Boris found he couldn't see any further than usual.
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Wednesday 2nd September 2015 00:47 GMT lek
"... and that was her reaction when she saw me, how was I to know she meant a different kind of web crawler? Still, once she saw what I could do when it came to multitouch, well, there was plenty of pinching and err...sliding, if you know what I mean! *wink w-wink, w-w-wink wink wink* Come the end of the night I was definitely her 'Dreamweaver'; if the webs' a rockin' don't come knockin' ..."
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Wednesday 2nd September 2015 17:34 GMT hamsterXjam
Tarantulas and Their Wily Ways
Right, so I had to break down the door to get in because of the barricade of furniture you'd built on the other side, whereupon I find you with your trousers down, member in hand, and you now tell me you weren't indulging in an act of self-abuse, but were in fact defending yourself from a giant hairy spider that had run up your trouser leg. Likely story.
Hang on, what's that on my shoulder?
(With apologies to a famous stand-up comedian. You know - a proper funny guy...)