Post by taylor on Nov 23, 2007 22:45:06 GMT -4
Once upon a time there were three flies on a manure pile gorging themselves quite eloquently. It started getting late and one fly realized he best get home. Knowing he had gorged himself quite a bit he thought it would be a good idea to get a little higher up before he tried to fly off. So up the plow handle he climbed, turned, jumped and flapped his wings. PLOP to the ground he went and busted open, killing himself.
The second fly saw this and thought to himself, I best get home too. Knowing how full he had gotten and seeing what happened to the first fly, he decided he needed to climb a bit higher. He went about half way up the handle, jumped, flapped his little wings and PLOP on the ground he died.
Well, the third fly saw this, knew he was much too full and decided he needed to get even higher. So up the handle he went, clear to the top, jumped and PLOP, killed himself as well.
The moral of the story:
"Never fly off the handle when you're full of crap!"
The second fly saw this and thought to himself, I best get home too. Knowing how full he had gotten and seeing what happened to the first fly, he decided he needed to climb a bit higher. He went about half way up the handle, jumped, flapped his little wings and PLOP on the ground he died.
Well, the third fly saw this, knew he was much too full and decided he needed to get even higher. So up the handle he went, clear to the top, jumped and PLOP, killed himself as well.
The moral of the story:
"Never fly off the handle when you're full of crap!"
