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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HA6PBUiGf3c/TxwJuGyH-5I/AAAAAAAAENc/48bjQfKp1tY/s1600/fly-swatter-hi.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HA6PBUiGf3c/TxwJuGyH-5I/AAAAAAAAENc/48bjQfKp1tY/s320/fly-swatter-hi.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
It's that time of year again.  Flying bugs and insects time.  I really don't miss any of these creatures all winter long.  So here's the new idea along with a quick little story about how it came to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bar tending&lt;/span&gt; the other afternoon, it was just me hanging out because enough people haven't figured out that you can do some of your best drinking in the afternoon.  Well, I should say that I thought I was alone, there was one other in the room.  That's right, ONE damn fly.  and he decided that he was just going to mess with me all day long.  Well after a few miserable swipes at it, and a few choice words, I decided it was time to settle this little battle.  So I walked the 8 feet it took me to get the flyswatter and was ready to do business.  However my foe was not new to this, having seen me arm myself he hastily retreated and was not seen from again.  Until I set the flyswatter just out of my reach, at which point he resumed his attack.  Damn, he was good!  So after going through this routine a few times my new million dollar idea struck me,  T-shirts with pictures of flyswatters on them!  You would never have a fly bother you again and you wouldn't have to try and fight them off the old fashion way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752567330033900299-1869922197900966164?l=koejelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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