Now listen,
I don't like to do that. If possible, I avoid it. But sometimes... well, sometimes I forget. Sometimes I follow my instincts. Sometimes I'm just too tired and I don't think straight.
Sometimes I see a fly and I just go for it.
I killed my first fly of the season today. I'm not proud of it, but it happened. Rest in Peace.
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Well, you sure screwed up your karma for this life, and probably the next one. Don't be shocked if you come back as a g-nat.
Now you and Obama are blood brothers!
FishHawk, I've saved the fly from living life as a fly. He's in a better place now.
Anonymous, I don't know. His was 2nd Degree Murder. Mine was more Involuntary Manslaughter.
Over here in Australia, it's always fly hunting season. It's either you or the flies. It's survival of the fittest...
Vickie, I hope it's not about who's fit. I sit around all day while they know how to FLY.
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