There was a fly on the window this morning. I watched it amble around looking for a way through the glass. At one point it flew off but soon returned to continue its search for freedom. After several minutes mesmerized by the fly, who by now I had named Boris, I thought about opening the window to let him out. As I leaned over to open the window I was overcome by a natural animal instinct and squashed the fucker instead. What remained on the window resembled the quality of this movie.
By Hugsville (03 August 2012)     More by Hugsville     Link
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