Re: Eric The Half A Bee
Date: March 11, 2006 22:30
DEAD PARROT
Ello, I wish to register a complaint
Ello miss
What do you mean Miss?
Sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint
We're closing for lunch
Never mind about that my lad, I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique
Oh yes the Norwegian Blue. What's wrong with it?
I'll tell you what's wrong with it my lad. E's dead, that's what's wrong with it
No no, eh's resting
Look matey I know a dead parrot when I see one and I'm looking at one right now
No No he's not dead, he's resting. Remarkable bird the Norwegian Blue, beautiful plumage
The plumage don't come into it. He's stone dead
No No No he's resting
All right then if he's restin I'll wake him up. ELLO MISTER POLLY PARROT! I GOT A LOVELY FRESH CUTTLE FISH FOR YOU
There he moved
No he didn't that was you hitting the cage
I never
Yes you did
I never never did anything
ELLO POLLY!TESTING TESTING TESTING This is your 9 o'clock alarm call
That's what I call a dead parrot
No No he's stunned Norwegian Blues stun easily
Look mate I've had enough of this.That parrot is definately deceased, and when I purchased it not half an hour ago you assured me that it's total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long sqwauk
Well he's probably pining for the fjords
PINING FOR THE FJORDS!!!!!! What kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back when I got home?
The Norwegian Blue prefers kipping on it's back. Remarkable bird. Lovely plumage.
Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on it's perch was that it had been nailed there
Well of course it was nailed there. If I hadn't nailed down that bird, it would have nuzzled up to those bars and bent them apart with his beak and VOOM
VOOM Mate, this bird wouldn't go VOOM if you put forty million volts through it
No No He's pining
He's not pining. He's passed on. This parrot is no more.He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet it's maker. He's a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed him to his perch he'd be pushing up the daises.It's metabolic processes are now history. He's off the twig. He's kicked the bucket. Shuffled off it's mortal coil. Run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX PARROT.