This is another theory from the bizarre (but strangely attractive. Ok, who am I kidding?) mind of Twyford.
You know how a fly can follow you around? It lands on your face, you swish it away, it comes back and lands on your face. Even when I'm riding my bike at some speed a fly can keep up. Well that's because you get allocated a fly at birth. If you kill that fly then another one is automatically allocated from God's personal fly machine.
I've named mine. It's called Bob.Labels: my weird theories |
my personal fruit fly is partial to red wine, bananas, and Never Mind the Buzzcocks when I'm watching it on YouTube...