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June 11, 05:27 PM
About a month ago I was at the pet store, buying rats for Jakey’s gardener snake. Passing through the aquariums, I slipped on a puddle. I wasn’t hurt, but, naturally, I threatened to sue anyway. In exchange for not pursuing legal action, the manager said he’d give me anything in the store. Since he wouldn’t let me take the young cashier home, I got myself a bird.
I now have a beautiful cockatiel (whatta name!). I call her Meredith 2 because she and I got so much in common: We both swear like sailors. We both pass out when a sheet is pulled over our heads. And we both like a good swing;). Instead of prowling around the local bars, I’ve spent that last couple Friday nights hanging out at my place with my parrot. I open a couple bottles of wine, we watch Real Sex and tell off-color jokes to each other -- she really is a dirty bird. After that, I open up a couple more bottles, put on my boa, and we sing my favorite KISS songs. Hanging out with Meredith 2 is the most fun I’ve had since I spent that summer hitchhiking through Jersey. I’m lovin’ that bird.
Awesome.
All my cockatiel does is poop and whistle.
...but does Meredith2 know any dirty jokes you don't? If so, damnnnnnn that's a clever birdy
Dude, I totally want a bird like that.
Of course I mean you Meredith, not Meredith 2 ( HEY-O ! )
Black Badger (09:56 AM)