A spider comes into a bar and gets immediately hit on by the hot bartender.

“What can I get you sweetie,” she says in a sultry voice.

“Umm, a glass of water,” the spider replies in her high-pitch, squeaky voice. “I’m feeling a little parched.”

“Oh my, is that… poison on your fangs?” The bartender gushes.

“Yeah,” the spider says casually, and she leans in. “That’s how I kill my victims.”

“Well, would you like to come by my place after work?” The spider smiles, revealing his extra-Poisonous fangs.

“Yes, I would love to.” The bartender replies, and the two of them get into the bartender’s little white Toyota and drive to the spiders condo downtown.

Once inside, the spider asks if the bartender would like some drinks. She says yes, and she brings her a tall glass of water.

She takes a sip, and immediately starts feeling lightheaded. She begins to pass out, and the spider eats her.