He can be such a PANSY!

My Lucky will go charging into the woods at night in a blizzard to help look for lost children. He will take apart a car and put it back together running better and faster. He can be an all night love machine, keeping the motor burnin' stoopid hot. He can fix shit, shoot shit, cook shit, beat the shit out of something or someone if the need arises. He loves cars and other things that go "Vrooom!" and food, guns, dogs, bacon, movies with explosions and gratuitous violence. He can handle pain and blood, goes to the gym and works out hard, works hard, plays hard and gets the shit done. A hairy, sweaty, knuckle dragging man's man by every definition.
But spiders? Um... No.  ♥