Full Of It

Once upon a time, there 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 pig 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 eaten far too much and could not
get off the ground.
Wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation,
she looked around and spotted a pitchfork leaning upright
against the barn wall.
She'd found a solution!! She realized if she could just
climb up that handle and jump off to 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
wings, and leaped confidently into the air. She dropped
like a rock and splattered all over the floor.
Dead Fly.
What is the moral of this sad story?
"Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of shit."

__________________
Plug me into somethin'

If the theory does not conform to the facts, then the facts must be discarded.

No good deed ever goes unpunished

Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level, & beat you with experience.