There once 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 munch 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 pigged out far too much and could not get off the
> > > ground.
> > >
> > > She looked around wondering what to do about this unpleasant
situation
> > > when
> > > she spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall.
> > >
> > > She'd found a solution! She realized that if she could just 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 fly wings, and leaped confidently
> > > into
> > > the air. She dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor...
> > >
> > > Dead Fly....
> > >
> > > The moral of this sad story?
> > >
> > > "Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of shit!"
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