In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake. The fly thought "If I go down three inches, I will feel the mist from the water and be refreshed."

There was a fish in the water thinking "If that fly goes down three inches, I can eat him."

A bear was on the shore thinking "If that fly goes down three inches, that fish will jump for the fly and I will grab him."

A hunter, was farther up the bank of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich, thought "If that fly goes down three inches and that fish leaps for it, the bear will expose himself and grab for the fish. I'll shoot the bear and have a proper lunch."

A mouse by the hunter's foot thinks "If that fly goes down three inches and that fish jumps for the fly and the bear grabs the fish, the dumb hunter will shoot the bear and drop his cheese sandwich."

A cat lurking in the bushes thought "If that fly goes down three inches and the fish jumps for the fly and the bear grabs the fish and and the hunter shoots the bear and the mouse makes off with the cheese sandwich, I can have the mouse for lunch."

The fly drops three inches, the fish swallows the fly, the bear grabs the fish, the hunter shoots the bear, the mouse grabs the cheese sandwich, the cat jumps for the mouse, the mouse ducks, and the cat falls into the water and drowns.

The moral of the story is:














Whenever a fly goes down ythree inches, some pussy is in serious troible.

 

 

I was having a hard time picturing the scene... I kept thinking a moose

 

I've heard the same story. Except the moral is:
It takes a lot of foreplay to get a wet pussy.

 

 

 

wow, I didn't expect that ending.

 

Good stuff!