ChatterBank0 min ago
The Fly
Once upon a time there was a happy little fly buzzing around a barn. As she went around she happened upon a pile of fresh cow manure. So she flew down to this irresistible delicacy and began to pig out.
She ate - and she ate - and then ate some more (burp)
Finally she decided she had had enough and attempted to fly away.
But alas she had eaten too much and was unable to get off the ground.
She looked around to see if she could find some way out of this unpleasant situation. Then she saw a pitchfork leaning upright against the wall. She thought if she climbed to the top of the handle and jumped off she would become airborne and she would be able to fly again.
So she climbed laboriously up the handle and when she reached the top she took a deep breath and launched herself confidently into space.
But, alas again, she was too heavy and her attempt at flight had disastrous results. Poor little fly.
Th moral of the story (and there is a moral of course) is -
DON'T FLY OFF THE HANDLE WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE FULL OF SHlT!
She ate - and she ate - and then ate some more (burp)
Finally she decided she had had enough and attempted to fly away.
But alas she had eaten too much and was unable to get off the ground.
She looked around to see if she could find some way out of this unpleasant situation. Then she saw a pitchfork leaning upright against the wall. She thought if she climbed to the top of the handle and jumped off she would become airborne and she would be able to fly again.
So she climbed laboriously up the handle and when she reached the top she took a deep breath and launched herself confidently into space.
But, alas again, she was too heavy and her attempt at flight had disastrous results. Poor little fly.
Th moral of the story (and there is a moral of course) is -
DON'T FLY OFF THE HANDLE WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE FULL OF SHlT!