[Level - Public]
There is. A fly. Or two.
That have chosen to do as they do.
Around my desk
They're such a pest
I'd kill 'em, but they know I'd like to!
Little sods keep landing on my hand and tickling as I try to type, then fly up to my screen and walk cheekily along the top of my flat panel. ARGH!
There is. A fly. Or two.
That have chosen to do as they do.
Around my desk
They're such a pest
I'd kill 'em, but they know I'd like to!
Little sods keep landing on my hand and tickling as I try to type, then fly up to my screen and walk cheekily along the top of my flat panel. ARGH!