If you should happen to notice a large, hairy, discombobulated fly buzzing around the lamp next to where you're sitting some evening, quietly reading, having a wonderful cup of coffee and minding your own business, do not ignore the fly.
Kill the fly.
Kill the barstid immediately.
Otherwise, you may find yourself, having just returned from wandering to the kitchen and back, taking a big gulp of the fresh coffee sitting at your side, under the lamp, feeling something in your mouth that doesn't belong there, and spewing that gulp of coffee back into the cup. Where you will see the now dead fly floating around in your drink, having just been forcefully ejected from your yap. And you will not be able to shed that gacky feeling for at least 6 hours.
Trust me on this. There isn't enough spitting, hacking, tougue scraping or Listerine in the world to shake that experience.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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