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Jeff Rushton


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An inebriate man sits at the barstool pondering the subsistence of the flying pests while the bartender swings frantically trying to kill every last one. 'Flies are stupid! ” He says to the bemused alehouse administer. 'You can kill almost all of them, but as soon as you put that swatter down, the stupid things almost always end up taking a rest on it.' 'Uh-Ha' The saloon server says as he returns to the tap to serve another round and keep people’s tabacco smoking, while the fly rests on the swatter.

Submitted: Monday, September 01, 2008
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