There was a fly flying above a lake and a fish said, if that fly drops six inches I could eat it. There was a bird and the bird said, if that fly drops six inches and that fish jumps up, I could swoop down and grab the fish and eat it. There was a hunter and the hunter said, if that fly drops six inches and that fish jumps out of the water, then that bird will swoop down and grap the fish, then I can shoot the bird and eat it. There was a mouse. The mouse said, if that fly drops six inches and that fish jumps out of the water then that bird will swoop down and then the hunter will shoot the bird then his cheese sandwich will fall out of his pocket and I can eat it. Then lastly, there was a cat and the cat said, if that fly drops six inches, that fish will jump out of the water, then the bird will swoop down and grab the fish, that hunter will stand up and shoot the bird, then that mouse will grab his cheese sandwich and I can jump on the mouse and eat it....... Everything happens. The fly dropped six inches, the fish jumped out of the water, the bird swooped down and grabbed the fish, the hunter stood up and shot the bird, the mouse dove for the cheese sandwich and the cat went for the mouse and missed and landed right in the water......The moral of the story is:



Whenever a fly drops six inches there's always wet pusssy at the end.....