Yesterday I opened the freezer door, and out flew a fly. I don't actually think he was in there; I think he was plopped on top of the fridge door and just fell before he actually started flying. He's an elderly fly.
But the stupid thing just keeps buzzing around. Last night he dive-bombed us in the kitchen. This morning it was trying to commit suicide against the bathroom mirror, with taxiing trips to my hair in between. This evening he's bugging me in my bedroom.
It's the same fly, I'm tellin' you, and it's getting really old.
Wouldn't it be cool if I could actually hit something with a fly swatter?
Book of Mormon: Table of Contents
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1 comments:
"he's an elderly fly." ha ha. and i love the label on this post.
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