I’m tired. If we had a talking parrot, it would say, “Oh, just shuuuuut uuuuup!”
I was thinking of lying down. I just had the cocktail, and used the last of the honey, so I’m hoping this dose was enough to stop the ulcers. It’s very tiring having a stomach ache all the time.
Reminds me of the guy who bought a talking parrot only to find out it’s previous owner was a sailor and the parrot had developed a sailor’s trash mouth (which is almost as bad as a stock trader’s).
The man tried everything he could think of to discourage the vulgar language but to no avail. Finally, after one embarrassing visit from his Priest he was so frustrated he put the parrot in the freezer. He quickly got control of his emotions, though, and let the bird back out and into its cage.
After a few minutes the parrot said, “Sir, I truly apologize for my language of late and my resistance to your attempts to change it. I assure you I will be a model of decorum from this point forward.”
After a couple of more minutes it said, “Can I ask what the chicken did wrong?”