On an August afternoon, one of those 90/90 days when your clothes feel like a coat of wet plaster, a guy with a parrot on his shoulder walks into a bar. It's not much but the air conditioner works. Down at the far end of the bar, next to the gum machine, there are a couple of regulars, fat greying men wearing short sleeved white rayon shirts and stained work pants. They have ruddy complexions and broken veins in their faces. They're drinking silently and methodically pursuing unconsciousness with an economy of effort developed through years of practice.
The guy with the parrot flops down on a stool and says "Shot and a beer for me and a pink lady for the bird." The bartender says "We don't serve parrots in here."
The guy looks at the bird and the bird looks back at him. The guy nods to the parrot. The parrot says "Geez, you serve fat old drunks. Why not parrots?"
The guy gets off the stool. He and the parrot walk out into the 30 weight afternoon air.
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funny indeed. Glad to see
there wasn't foul words.
Thanks very much.
Madrid, Spain
A most unusual court case of attempted murder has captivated this historic city. A man, Jorge Fuentes has been charged AND CONVICTED of attempted murder of his wife. It seems he trained their talking bird to drive his wife to suicide. The bird would constantly repeat, "End it all" and "Life is not worth living". The bird was brought in to court and "performed" for the judge. After hearing the bird, the judge and jury convicted Jorge.
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What happened to the bird, you ask??
Well, NOTHING of course, after all........he was only a......MYNAH