thanks DevilDriver, yea, I knew just wanted to clear that one up, quess it wasn't so funny //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/frown.gif.a3531fa0534503350665a1e957861287.gif
sand always got between my toes, but yea, I like long walks on the beach. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/biggrin.gif.d71a5d36fcbab170f2364c9f2e3946cb.gif
a wise man once told me this story....
Once upon a time, there was a happy little fly buzzing
around a barn when he happened upon a large pile of fresh cow manure.
Since it had been hours since his last meal, he flew down to the
irresistible delicacy and began to pig out.
He ate and ate.....and then....he ate some more!!!
Finally, he wiped his face, belched a few times, then attempted
to fly away... but he had eaten far too much and could not get
off the ground.
Wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation, he looked
around and spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn
wall.
If he could just climb up that handle and jump off to become more
airborne, he'd be able to fly again. So, he painstakingly climbed to the
top of the handle. Once there, he took a deep breath, spread his wings, and
leaped confidently into the air.
He dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor.
One,Very, Dead, Fly
What is the moral of this sad story?
"Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of shit."