Jaw feels uneven.
As in, it doesn't open the same.
Try measuring with my fingers in my mouth,
but the results are inconclusive.
Crush the can and go take a piss.
Baby fly (or something) lands on the side of the rim.
Nailed it.
It tries to crawl out of the frothy hell.
No you don't, you little bastard.
Tries to get out again.
Admire his tenacity, but I must win.
Flush.
Game Over.
Stand outside the bathroom door.
What was I doing?
Suppose I was going to get another beer.
So I do.
Aww, poor little fly guy D:
ReplyDeleteYour pee-fu is weak if it survived the first encounter!
ReplyDeletefrothy? lol
ReplyDeletebeer makes me pee like crazy
ReplyDeleteThanks was definitely an enjoyable rread!
ReplyDelete*steps out of bathroom* "let that be a lesson to the rest of you flies"
ReplyDeleteThis was a great day indeed.
ReplyDeleteyou bastard fly!
ReplyDeleteI have a strong dislike for flies.
ReplyDeleteA day of victory indeed!
ReplyDeleteit was a pretty good read.
ReplyDeleteLol this was pretty good, who doesn't hate flies?
ReplyDeletea dead fly is a good fly.
ReplyDeletedeath to the flies! hehe. good work.
ReplyDeleteuuuhm, pretty nice !
ReplyDeletetime well spent, nice.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeletethe victory is us!
ReplyDeletehahaha good poem
ReplyDeletevery beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteVery Poetic, quite entertaining. Show that fly whos' boss.
ReplyDeletevery beautiful. keep it up
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