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Thou shalt not converse loudly whilst Manu is in the room.
He squawks up a storm, and he can go louder than you can. That’s right, he can go louder than you can. Cockatiel! Cockatiel!
When you spill coffee all down the front of your treasured Gucci blouse and yell “Phooey!”, my bird will laugh at you.
So, I wait outside whilst she is clothes-shopping. It’s a hot day. Thank gibbering-fuck for SMS! Short Messaging System. AKA text/txt messages in New Zealand. Just the thing for micro-abuses and dashing off quick ransom-notes. I threaten to throw a tantrum if I don’t get a milkshake. When she emerges, she buys me a milkshake. Beautiful.
I threaten to take my parrot to a fetish party. He’ll have a whale of a time, chewing on all the leather, and he’ll come home screeching “Polly want a spanking!”
The summer was just too freakin’ hot, so I threatened to change my religion to nudism. I can’t fathom why my friends have stopped calling.