Back in the day, before I became allergic I kept a throng of parrots.
My late brother took great pleasure in addressing the cages while yelling “gay sex” and handing them treats.
His fun was only matched by my consternation.
Miss him greatly.
My husband’s parents had a set of friends with an African Grey. Every time the wife walked through the room the parrot would say “bend over Doris”. :-)