Avast me hearties, I'm going to start a new tradition; a filthy parrot joke posted monthly for your amusement. They probably won't be original or funny, but they probably will be filthy and refer to a parrot. So if you don't like salty parrot language or crude humor, you may wan't to stop reading right now. I mean it, you've been warned.
A guy decides that he’d like to have a pet and goes to a pet shop. After looking around he spots a parrot sitting on a small perch. “It doesn’t have any feet or legs,” the guy says aloud. “I wonder what happened to this bird?”
“I was born this way,” says the parrot. “I’m a defective parrot.”
“Ha, ha,” the guy laughs. “It sounded like this parrot actually understood what I said!”
“I understood every word,” says the parrot. “I am a highly intelligent, thoroughly educated bird.”
“Yeah?” the guy asks. “Then answer this: how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?”
“Well,” the parrot says, “this is a little embarrassing, but since you asked I'll tell you. I wrap my little parrot penis around this wooden bar. You can’t see it ’cause of my feathers.”
“Wow,” says the guy, “you really can understand and answer, can’t you?”
“Of course. I speak both Spanish and English. I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any subject: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy ...and I am especially good at ornithology. You ought to buy me. I am a great companion.”
The guy looks at the price tag. $200. He says. “I can’t afford that.”
“Pssst,” the parrot hisses, motioning the guy over with one wing. “Nobody wants me cause I don’t have any feet. You can get me for $20 just make an offer.” The guy offers 20 dollars and walks out with the parrot.
Weeks pass. The parrot is sensational. He’s funny, he’s interesting, he’s a great pal, he understands everything, sympathizes, gives good advice. The guy is delighted.
One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot says, “pssst,” and motions him over with one wing. The guy goes up close to the cage. “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not,” says the parrot, “but it’s about your wife and the mailman...”
“What is it?” says the guy.
“Well,” the parrot says, “when the mailman came to the door today your wife greeted him in a sheer night-gown and kissed him on the mouth.”
“What happened then?” asks the guy.
“Then the mailman came into the house, lifted up the night-gown and began petting her all over,” reports the parrot.
“My God!” exclaimed the guy. “Then what?”
“Then he lifted up the night-gown, got down on his knees and began to lick her body, starting with her breasts slowly going down and down...”
The parrot pauses for a moment.
“What happened? What happened?” says the frantic guy.
“I don't know,” says the Parrot. “My dick got hard, and I fell off my perch.”
“I was born this way,” says the parrot. “I’m a defective parrot.”
“Ha, ha,” the guy laughs. “It sounded like this parrot actually understood what I said!”
“I understood every word,” says the parrot. “I am a highly intelligent, thoroughly educated bird.”
“Yeah?” the guy asks. “Then answer this: how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?”
“Well,” the parrot says, “this is a little embarrassing, but since you asked I'll tell you. I wrap my little parrot penis around this wooden bar. You can’t see it ’cause of my feathers.”
“Wow,” says the guy, “you really can understand and answer, can’t you?”
“Of course. I speak both Spanish and English. I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any subject: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy ...and I am especially good at ornithology. You ought to buy me. I am a great companion.”
The guy looks at the price tag. $200. He says. “I can’t afford that.”
“Pssst,” the parrot hisses, motioning the guy over with one wing. “Nobody wants me cause I don’t have any feet. You can get me for $20 just make an offer.” The guy offers 20 dollars and walks out with the parrot.
Weeks pass. The parrot is sensational. He’s funny, he’s interesting, he’s a great pal, he understands everything, sympathizes, gives good advice. The guy is delighted.
One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot says, “pssst,” and motions him over with one wing. The guy goes up close to the cage. “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not,” says the parrot, “but it’s about your wife and the mailman...”
“What is it?” says the guy.
“Well,” the parrot says, “when the mailman came to the door today your wife greeted him in a sheer night-gown and kissed him on the mouth.”
“What happened then?” asks the guy.
“Then the mailman came into the house, lifted up the night-gown and began petting her all over,” reports the parrot.
“My God!” exclaimed the guy. “Then what?”
“Then he lifted up the night-gown, got down on his knees and began to lick her body, starting with her breasts slowly going down and down...”
The parrot pauses for a moment.
“What happened? What happened?” says the frantic guy.
“I don't know,” says the Parrot. “My dick got hard, and I fell off my perch.”
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