I Hate When You're Sitting In A Dock With Your Windows Down And A Fly Comes In.

So I'm sitting in a tv room waiting my turn in a shower. I casually glance at the chair in front of me and guess who is sitting on the arm......THAT FLY! HE MUST BE FOLLOWING ME!!

Look on the bright side. At least it wasn't a bird.

Are those the new in cab cameras I've been hearing about?

Soon Though you will notice that he has disappeared. You will then fall into a false sense of comfort and relaxation. Your mind will tell you that he maybe got sucked out an open window. Unbenounced to you though somewhere lurking in a dark secret part of your truck. The fly found a small piece of meat, which looks remarkably like a piece of a hot dog that got squeezed out of the bun because of to much mustard and ketchup. You were never able to find said piece and gave up looking to finish the incredible potato salad that was still on your plate. So he walks along the rotten piece of mustard and ketchup covered hot dog and finds the perfect place to deposit his devil spawn. He will show his buggy face one last time to let you know that he may die but his spirit will live on. In a few weeks you will wake up to the sight of a dozen clones of the same devil fly that you thought met his demise weeks earlier. You will begin to think you've gone bad. Eventually that will turn into you becoming delirious. You will see the flies face on every shipping and receiving guy you ever see. You start to develop strange habits like carrying a rolled up newspaper and booping customers on the head. You will get reported by said customers. Dispatch will call you in to have a chat. Unfortunately you will think it's a trick by the fly to get you to come to his hive. Flies don't have hives of course but you've convinced yourself they do. So before they can capture you in their trap you drive your truck off of the Hoover dam whilst listening to R Kelly's I believe I can fly. Then Before you reach bottom you realize that even your music wants you to become a fly.

So I would suggest you dispose of the pest before it escalates to that point. Just saying

Soon Though you will notice that he has disappeared. You will then fall into a false sense of comfort and relaxation. Your mind will tell you that he maybe got sucked out an open window. Unbenounced to you though somewhere lurking in a dark secret part of your truck. The fly found a small piece of meat, which looks remarkably like a piece of a hot dog that got squeezed out of the bun because of to much mustard and ketchup. You were never able to find said piece and gave up looking to finish the incredible potato salad that was still on your plate. So he walks along the rotten piece of mustard and ketchup covered hot dog and finds the perfect place to deposit his devil spawn. He will show his buggy face one last time to let you know that he may die but his spirit will live on. In a few weeks you will wake up to the sight of a dozen clones of the same devil fly that you thought met his demise weeks earlier. You will begin to think you've gone bad. Eventually that will turn into you becoming delirious. You will see the flies face on every shipping and receiving guy you ever see. You start to develop strange habits like carrying a rolled up newspaper and booping customers on the head. You will get reported by said customers. Dispatch will call you in to have a chat. Unfortunately you will think it's a trick by the fly to get you to come to his hive. Flies don't have hives of course but you've convinced yourself they do. So before they can capture you in their trap you drive your truck off of the Hoover dam whilst listening to R Kelly's I believe I can fly. Then Before you reach bottom you realize that even your music wants you to become a fly.

So I would suggest you dispose of the pest before it escalates to that point. Just saying

Epic.

Soon Though you will notice that he has disappeared. You will then fall into a false sense of comfort and relaxation. Your mind will tell you that he maybe got sucked out an open window. Unbenounced to you though somewhere lurking in a dark secret part of your truck. The fly found a small piece of meat, which looks remarkably like a piece of a hot dog that got squeezed out of the bun because of to much mustard and ketchup. You were never able to find said piece and gave up looking to finish the incredible potato salad that was still on your plate. So he walks along the rotten piece of mustard and ketchup covered hot dog and finds the perfect place to deposit his devil spawn. He will show his buggy face one last time to let you know that he may die but his spirit will live on. In a few weeks you will wake up to the sight of a dozen clones of the same devil fly that you thought met his demise weeks earlier. You will begin to think you've gone bad. Eventually that will turn into you becoming delirious. You will see the flies face on every shipping and receiving guy you ever see. You start to develop strange habits like carrying a rolled up newspaper and booping customers on the head. You will get reported by said customers. Dispatch will call you in to have a chat. Unfortunately you will think it's a trick by the fly to get you to come to his hive. Flies don't have hives of course but you've convinced yourself they do. So before they can capture you in their trap you drive your truck off of the Hoover dam whilst listening to R Kelly's I believe I can fly. Then Before you reach bottom you realize that even your music wants you to become a fly.

So I would suggest you dispose of the pest before it escalates to that point. Just saying

Heavy, you truly scare me. Oh and this should totally be a movie.

The first thing that came to mind was an old cartoon that you youngsters may or may not know. Probably not though...

Pinky: Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?

Brain: The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!

Better than when you're at a dock with your fly down and a brisk wind blows in. I take it back. I actually enjoy that.

The first thing that came to mind was an old cartoon that you youngsters may or may not know. Probably not though...

Pinky: Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?

Brain: The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!

It's pinky, pinky and the brain brain brain. Great cartoon loved the Anamaniacs.

Jay, you're a nut! Get an electric fly swatter. Haha.

Bad idea Daniel. We all know he'd secretly be spanking his own bum with it.

What an electrifying idea..

Wouldn't be bad for night driving?