Love Birds Cannot Talk
Parrot squawks on woman's affair
The parrot also made smooching sounds whenever the name Gary
was said on TV.
So this is an awesome story! Busted by the bird! It's too bad that he got rid of the bird after he dumped his cheating girlfriend. Those African Greys are really smart. However the bird seemed to be rubbing it in after the hard breakup.
He also gave up his eight-year-old African Grey parrot after
the bird continued to call out Gary's name and refused to stop squawking the
phrases in his ex-girlfriend's voice.
I am not cheating on Lisa, but my Love Bird sits right next to my bed at all times. This is one of those moments that I am happy that it cannot talk.
posted by Jonathan @ 4:31 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Imagine that, some bird got called out by another bird! Jon Bartholomew Anderson Lidgus, mate, keep your knickers on in front of your lover bird. Last thing you want to hear at night before your evening shag is a large squawk followed by the faintest utterance of, "Polly want a cracker."
Where is that product-for-a-name daft bloke Gerken? Reckon he would tag the the bird and turn it in for huntin season whether the animal was endangered or not. Ahh well, off to the other blogs.
PS: Any of you other cocks got a blog? Lets see some links to them.
Let us know how you get on.
One is enough. Two isn't.
Muff Richardson
Three things:
What would your bird say if it could talk, Jon?
I think the Angry Scotsman is the funniest commentor in blogdom. His mocking of Gerken's name, which had almost started to seem normal to me after seven years of hearing it, sealed the deal.
So, Muff, if you're looking for a blog, click on my name above and visit Highway 290 Revisited. I shudder to think what you'll say about my posts, but I'll wager it'll be funny.
Richard, cheers, thanks for the link too. Dont get on the ole' horn as much as I would like, but I will stop by your blog when I get a chance. Best warn ye in advance that I havent seen Brokeback Mountain yet. Its gettin a wee bit late now in Scotland, just got off work and about to stop by the pub for a real bird, maybe pick up some Gerken on the way back from the conveni and wipe it on the missus before a shag, either that or my morning crumpet. Either way, the taste is the same.
Let us know how you get on.
One is enough. Two isn't.
Muff Richardson
Do we know the angry scotsman? My blog is out there, but it's nothing to write home about!
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