Get down, Supafly. Get all the way down.
I told the girls we are starting a dance crew and we’re going to get together for booze and YouTube breakdance tutorials twice a month, and everyone was totally in but I’m a little worried they weren’t as serious about it as I was because I am VERY serious about it. We need a good punny name, though, and none of us has come up with anything decent yet.
What about the YouTube 2: Electric Booze-a-Loo Krew?
No flies were harmed in the making of this video. Except one. He died slowly and in panic for your entertainment.
Maybe he was just trying to scratch his back.
No flies were harmed but one was itchy and we pointed and laughed with him. Later, he flew off, happy and newly famous, to rejoin his wife and 900 children. He also invented a cure for fly cancer, wrote six books, and established Habitat for Flymanity. He lived to be 47 hours old. RIP Buzzy u r missd.
This is the happy ending we all deserved.
I’m taking Buzz’s death real hard, guys.
I called him just Buzz not Buzzy because we were on a nickname basis.
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