One day, mad Jack, Ira and Chris were sitting around the campfire admiring each others teardrops (well, this is a joke) and having a beer. When all of the sudden a fly lands in each of their beers. Chris can't take it and dumps the whole thing out. Mad Jack, having been a trucker and having worse things than that in a beer, just takes the fly out and finishes the beer. Ira has the fly on his back and is pumping his wings saying that's my beer you SOB.
...waiter, waiter, there is a fly in my soup...what is a fly doing in my soup...why Sir, I believe he is doing the back stroke ...fly=protien...don't know about the others but madjack
...I have come to believe that, conflict resolution, through violence, is never acceptable.....................mj