05-28-2003, 06:33 PM
The following was a joke that was sent to me at what I thought was a pretty opportune time
Once upon a time, there was a happy little fly
buzzing around a barn when she happened upon a large
pile of fresh cow manure. Since it had been hours
since her last meal and she was feeling hunger pangs,
she flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began
to pig out.
She ate, and ate, and then she ate some more!
Finally, she decided she'd had plenty. She washed her
face with her tiny front legs, belched a few times,
then attempted to fly away. But alas, she had eaten
far too much and could not get off the ground.
Wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation
she looked around and spotted a pitchfork leaning
upright against the barn wall. She'd found a solution!
She realized if she could just climb up that handle
and jump off to become airborne she'd be able to fly
again.
So, she painstakingly, climbed to the top of the
handle. Once there, she took a deep breath, spread her
tiny wings, and leaped confidently into the air. She
dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor.
Dead Fly.
What is the moral of this sad story?
"Never fly off the handle when you know you're full
of shit."
disclaimer This is a fictional story and is not intented to represent any real fly living or dead and is not meant to reflect on any recent events....yeah right :P
Once upon a time, there was a happy little fly
buzzing around a barn when she happened upon a large
pile of fresh cow manure. Since it had been hours
since her last meal and she was feeling hunger pangs,
she flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began
to pig out.
She ate, and ate, and then she ate some more!
Finally, she decided she'd had plenty. She washed her
face with her tiny front legs, belched a few times,
then attempted to fly away. But alas, she had eaten
far too much and could not get off the ground.
Wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation
she looked around and spotted a pitchfork leaning
upright against the barn wall. She'd found a solution!
She realized if she could just climb up that handle
and jump off to become airborne she'd be able to fly
again.
So, she painstakingly, climbed to the top of the
handle. Once there, she took a deep breath, spread her
tiny wings, and leaped confidently into the air. She
dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor.
Dead Fly.
What is the moral of this sad story?
"Never fly off the handle when you know you're full
of shit."
disclaimer This is a fictional story and is not intented to represent any real fly living or dead and is not meant to reflect on any recent events....yeah right :P