There's a lake in the woods
and a fly is flying over the
water. There's a fish in the water,
and he thinks, if
the fly drops two inches, I can
jump out of the water
and eat the fly.
There's also a bear beside the river
and he thinks,
if that fly drops two inches, the
fish will jump out
of the water, and I can eat the
fish.
There's a hunter in the woods and
he thinks, if that
fly drops two inches, the fish
will jump out the water,
the bear will go after the fish,
and I can shoot the
bear.
There's a mouse behind the hunter,
and he thinks,
if that fly drops two inches, the
fish will jump out
the water, the bear will go after
the fish, the hunter
will shoot the bear, and the recoil
from the hunter's
gun will make the ham and cheese
sandwich fall out of
his pocket.
There's a cat watching the mouse,
and he thinks, if
that fly drops two inches, the
fish will jump out the
water, the bear will go after the
fish, the hunter
will shoot the bear, the recoil
from the hunter's gun
will make the ham and cheese sandwich
fall out of
his pocket, and I can eat the mouse.
So this is what happens: the fly
drops two inches, the
fish jumps for the fly, the bear
goes after the fish, the
hunter shoots the bear, the recoil
from the hunter's
gun knocks the ham and cheese sandwich
out of his pocket,
the mouse goes after the sandwich,
the cat goes after
the mouse, slips, and falls into
the water.
The moral of the story? It takes
a lot of foreplay to
get a pussy wet.