The Defective Parrot
A GUY is browsing in a pet shop and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch. It doesn’t have any feet or legs.
The guy says aloud, “Jeesh, I wonder what happened to this parrot?”
“I was born this way,” the parrot says. “I’m a defective parrot.”
“Holy crap,” the guy replies. “You actually understood and answered me.”
“I got every word,” says the parrot. “I happen to be a highly intelligent and a thoroughly educated bird.”
“Oh yeah,” the guy asks, “Then answer this, how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?”
“Well,” the parrot says, “this is very embarrassing, but since you asked, I wrap my weenie around this wooden bar, like a little hook. You can’t see it because of my feathers.”
“Wow,” says the guy. “You really can understand and can speak English, can’t you?”
“Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. I’m especially good at ornithology. You really ought to buy me, I’d be a great companion.”
The guy looks at the $200 price tag. “Sorry, but I just can’t afford that.”
“Pssssssst,” says the parrot, “I’m defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me because I don’t have any feet. You can probably get me for $20; just make the guy an offer.”
The guy offers $20 and walks out with the parrot.
Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humour, he’s interesting, he’s a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathises, and he’s insightful. The guy is delighted.
One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot goes, “Psssssssssssst,” and motions him over with one wing. “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not, but it’s about your wife and the UPS man.”
“What are you talking about?” asks the guy.
“When the UPS man delivered a package today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nightie.”
“What!” the guy says incredulously. ”Then what happened?”
“Well, then the UPS man came into the house, and lifted up her nightie, and began petting her all over,” reported the parrot.
“No!” he exclaims. “And she let him?”
“Yes. Then he continued taking off the nightie, got down on his knees, and began to kiss her all over.”
“Then what happened?” the frantic guy demands.
“Dunno! I fell off my perch!”
