This is a story about a guy, single, low-key, not easily ruffled, well liked by all accounts and . . . a parrot.

 

About a week before Thanksgiving, he got a call from good friends who were moving. They had a parrot and they couldn't take it with them. The guy wasn't real excited but agreed to give it a home.

 

He found out in short order that it had the most foul mouth of any bird that ever wore feathers. When he got home from work he'd be greeted with a string of profanities and the way this parrot talked about his mother would make a pornographer blush.

 

Returning one evening he was in no humor for more verbal abuse - he'd had enough at work. When the parrot started in, the guy grabbed it by the neck, opened the freezer door, and stuffed the bird inside. Squawk, squawk, squawk! When the bird quieted down the man opened the door. The bird hopped onto his outstretched hand with its head down.

 

"I known I've been a very bad bird and I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I will become a well behaved parrot. I promise."

 

"Okay."

 

"Sir," said the now humble parrot, "may I ask a question?"

 

"Sure."

 

"What did the turkey say to you?"

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Good one!