To the God damn mother fucking little fly who won't let me nap.
Why must you, when given my entire household to fly around in, and my entire body to alight upon, fly as close as possible to my exposed right ear? Why? Does your buzzing and my subsequent flailing give you a power trip? If you aren't careful I will get one of these.
I know your little insignificant life will be over soon. It's the only thought that gives me comfort right now.
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I know the feeling. There was a fly in the plane, and of all the passengers aboard, this fly hung out around me. Fucker.
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