Funny email I got today. Enjoy!
There once was a happy little fly buzzing around a barn one day when he happened upon a large pile of fresh cow manure.
Since it had been hours since his last meal and he was feeling hunger pangs he flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began to munch out.
He ate, and ate and then he ate some more!
Finally, he decided he had plenty.
He washed his face with his tiny front legs, belched a few times, and then attempted to fly away. But alas he had pigged out far too much and could not get off the ground. He looked around wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation when he spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall.
He found a solution! He realized if he could just become airborne he would be able to fly again. So he painstakingly climbed to the top of the handle. Once there, he took a deep breath, spread his tiny fly wings, and leaped confidently into the air.
He dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor, quite the dead little fly.
So, what is the moral of this sad story?
“Never fly off the handle when you know you are full of shit!”
"Love As Thou Wilt"