So. it seems that this fly was in the barn and found himself landed

[Tuesday Afternoon]

on a huge pile of manure. Being a fly, he was so ecstatic that he gorged himself until he had his fill. He was so full and fat that he could not fly off and away from that big old pile of manure. Seems this pile of manure was close to the corner of the barn and in this corner stood a shovel. Thinking to himself that if he could just crawl up this shovel handle he could fly away...surely, thought the fly, by that time I will have worked off some of this extra weight... and the height of the handle will help propel me forward into the wind. So, the fly does this very thing. He crawls over to the shovel and crawls up the handle. From this height, thinks the fly, I will have it made and, with this thought, the fly leaps into the air and Splat onto the ground he goes. One dead fly.


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Don't fly off the handle when you're full of shit.