There once was a happy little fly buzzing around a barn, when she came upon a large pile of fresh cow manure.
Since it had been hours since her last meal and she was feeling hunger pangs, she flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began to munch out.
She ate...and ate...and then...she ate some more!
Finally, she decided she'd had plenty.
She washed her face with her tiny front legs, belched a few times, then attempted to fly away.
But alas...she had pigged out far too much and could not get off the ground.
She looked around wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation
Then she spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall.
She'd found the solution!
She realized that if she could just become airborne she'd be able to fly again.
So, she painstakingly climbed to the top of the handle.
Once there, she took a deep breath, spread her tiny fly wings, and leaped confidently into the air.
She dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor... A Dead fly...
Now there's a moral to this sad story.
(Isn't there always)

Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of shit.