A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him,
Father, I have problem. I have two female parrots, but
they only know how to say one thing."
"What do they say?" the priest inquired.
They say, "Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have
"That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed, then he thought
for a moment. "You know," he said, "I may have a solution
to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I
have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two
parrots over to my house, and we'll put them in the cage
with Francis and Peter.
My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship,
and your parrots are sure to stop saying . . that phrase . .
in no time."
"Thank you," the woman responded, "this may very well
be the solution."
The next day, she brought her female parrots to the
priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his
two male parrots were inside their cage holding
rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she walked over
and placed her parrots in with them.
After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in
unison: "Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?" There was
Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other
male parrot and exclaimed,
"Put the beads away, Frank. Our prayers have been