- Once upon a time, there was a happy little fly buzzing around a barn when she happened upon a large pile of fresh manure. Since it had been hours since her last meal, she flew down and began to pig out on the delicacy. She ate until she could eat no more. When 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 couldn't get off the ground. She looked around and spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall. She realized if she could just climb up that handle and jump off, she'd become airborne again. So, she painstakingly climbed to the top of the handle, took a deep breath, spread her tiny wings, and leaped 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." Hmmm, could be our slogan at SLAGA Barramus N 38° 25.081' W 90° 42.823' **************************************************************************** Our WebPage! Http://WWW.GeoStL.com Mail List Info. //www.freelists.org/cgi-bin/list?list_id=geocaching The SLAGA E-store is closed for repairs...... ****************************************************************************