Monty by Jim Meddick for October 12, 2016
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Ah ha! A fly! Here's my chance to try out this electric fly swatter! Wait! Wait! Don't do it! It's not fair! You set that fly up!... Left th' window open... Practically welcomed it in!... All just to test your demented new gadget!!! You... You're right. The fly's just another one of God's marvelous creations and I... Ssss Bummer. It got toasted on the overhead light fixture.
oldpine52 about 8 years ago
When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.
Randy B Premium Member about 8 years ago
Stupid fly.
Toonerific about 8 years ago
Ah you know, in the good old days I would’ve add a little green coloring for you … but alas …
J Short about 8 years ago
St. Patrick’s Day.
PICTO about 8 years ago
Don’t go towards the light…
drivingfuriously Premium Member about 8 years ago
I know God created flies, and yet they seem to be the worst disease spreaders, unless you count rats.
phredturner about 8 years ago
All labs have marketing guys
Marko56 about 8 years ago
Maggot makers…
brain Les about 8 years ago
animal lives matter…
brain Les about 8 years ago
animal lives matter…
keep your eye on your fly….
Randy B Premium Member about 8 years ago
Yup. Using a simple heuristic of “fly so that the bright light stays on your left” keeps you on a straight path when using the sun or moon, but it makes you fly in a circle (or spiral) when using a nearby artificial light.
Alphaomega about 8 years ago
I guess even God has an off day now and then.Take Trump for an ex…oh never mind.
Sisyphos about 8 years ago
So, tell me, E.B., how did this fly’s death make you feel? Are you a fly-loving tin boy, E.B.?!
K M about 8 years ago
Reminds me of the time a couple of buds and I tried to rid my house of a bat that had somehow perched itself on the kitchen curtain rod. Lacking the proper chemicals to do in the flying rodent, I gave him a pretty (un)healthy spray of regular ol’ Raid, which did little more than make him, well, drunk. My friends showed up a little later, and we wound up chasing the bat around the living room with various implements of injury or capture. One of them made the bat change course right into the path of the other’s tennis racket. When the bat first came off the racket, he was heading right at me in the dining room. As I ducked behind the doorway, the bat’s flight path turned into the living room wall, after which, the bat now stunned or dead (I didn’t care which), we picked up the dormant critter and tossed him out into the night.