The Corinthian has this beautiful parrot on his shoulder: red, yellow and blue.
The bartender, a Thessalonian, says, “Wow, isn’t he something!! Where’d you find him?”
And the parrot says, “Corinth. The place is crawling with them.”
If all Cretans are liars, can you believe anyone who tells you they are from Crete?
That joke, like the beautiful parrot, just flew over my head.