A fly larvae born today at 6am, graduates high school
at 9pm tonight, gets married at midnight, fathers his first thousand
larvae by 3am tomorrow, at 6pm on Tuesday he gets all emotional watching
those thousand larvae graduate high school and get their wings, goes
through a mid-life crisis by midnight Tuesday when he becomes a grand-fly
for the first time and tries to pick up young female flies in a bar by
telling them he only has 6 hours to live, by Wednesday at 3am he's in
the fly hospital telling the doctors how much simpler things were on
Monday morning at 11 o'clock, and all the friends he lost to bug spray
and swatters, and then he passes away peacefully in his sleep on
Wednesday morning at 6am. It's the life of a fly, ladies and gentlemen.
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