DIRTY BIRDS

Hal Alulia, email

A LADY approaches her priest and says: “Father, I have a problem. I have two female talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.”

“What do they say?” the priest asks.

“They only know how to say: ‘Hi, we’re prostitutes. Want to have some fun?’”

“That’s terrible!” the priest exclaims. “But I have a solution to your problem. Bring your two female parrots over to my house, and I will put them with my two male talking parrots; I’ve taught them to pray and read the bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase, and your female parrots will learn to praise and worship.”

“That sounds wonderful, Father, thank you!” the woman says.

So the next day, the woman brings her female parrots to the priest’s house. His two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots.

Almost immediately, the female parrots say: “Hi, we’re prostitutes, want to have some fun?”

One of the male parrots looks at his mate and exclaims: “Put the beads away – our prayers have been answered!”