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Thursday, February 10, 2005


With thanks and a tip o' the hat to Crossroads.com:

A woman walked into her house to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hunting flies" he responded.

"Oh. Killing any?" she asked.

"Yep, three males, two females," he replied.

Intrigued, she asked, "How can you tell?"

He responded, "Three were on the TV remote, two were on the phone."


  • At 7:46 PM, Blogger Meghan said…

    what about the gay fly, styling the apartment?

  • At 10:27 PM, Blogger Greg Finnegan said…

    Good, Meghan! You must mean the fruit fly.

    There is also the house fly, the horse fly, the bottle fly, the stable fly, and the deer fly.

    And let's not forget the father of all flies, the baseball that rolls off the top of the bat (the pop fly), and the bane of my existence, the open fly!

    (Boy, this post is starting to bug me...)


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