*Storytopping dickhead alert*
No word of a lie, it was late on at a house party and we'd all got to that stage where we were sitting around a table trading hilarious tales and such, mopping up the last of the frol. In comes a fly which proceeds to buzz around everyones head, its sole purpose to harrass us, it seemed. My mate Mike wanders off into into the kitchen, returns brandishing a knife and manages to cut the fiend in half, mid-flight.
Cue a room-full of dropped jaws and silence and one very dead fly.
( Uncle Phallus Strong like fly, fast like elephant, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 8:22, Reply)