This evening I was drinking tea.

With milk

A fly was bugging me the whole time.

It wanted my tea.

Badly

At some point when I drunk most of it I said fuck it, I’m not going to spend more time trying to keep the fly out of the cup.

Half a minute later the fly was gone.

I took a peek inside the tea and there it was, floating lifelessly in what remained of it.

“Dumb fuck aren’t ya” I thought and left.

So the highlight of my day was gloating over a dead fly

Grandeur, people.

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