Once upon a time,
  there was a happy little fly
  buzzing around a barn
  when she happened upon
  a large pile of fresh cow manure.
  Since it had been hours
  since her last meal and
  she was feeling hunger pangs,
  she flew down
  to the irresistible delicacy
  and began to pig out.
 
  She ate and ate...
  and then...she ate some more!!!
  Finally, she decided she'd had plenty.
  She washed her face with her tiny front legs,
  belched a few times,
  then attempted to fly away.
 
  But alas...
  she had eaten far too much
  and could not get off the ground.
  Wondering what to do
  about this unpleasant situation,
  she looked around and spotted
  a pitchfork leaning upright
  against the barn wall.
 
  She'd found a solution!!
  She realized
  if she could just climb up that handle
  and jump off to become airborne
  she'd be able to fly again.
  So, she painstakingly climbed
  to the top of the handle.
 
  Once there,
  she took a deep breath,
  spread her tiny wings,
  and leaped confidently into the air.
  She dropped like a rock
  and splattered all over the floor.
 
  Dead Fly.
 
  What is the moral of this sad story?
 
  Never fly off the handle
  when you know you're full of shit!

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