One of my church friends is in the parrot rescue and rehoming business. Her group has rescued birds with awful vocabularies from the most unexpected places.
When I was copping in 1973, got a call about a domestic disturbance. As I hit the porch, I heard “Asshole, Asshole” “ Die, dammit, die”. I banged on the door, no response. Heard it again, so I kicked in the door. Me and a parrot and a CAT were the only ones in the room. The people, after work, said they got the parrot as a refuge pet and he has embarrassed them before. My buddy fixed the door although the people didn’t need me to.