…and so the cockatoo says, “I promise I’ll stop swearing! Just tell me one thing! What did the turkey do?”
All I could make out was “squawk…Falklands…squawk…combat…” He may have said something that sounded like El Salvador, too. I’m concerned that this cockatoo has seen things that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.
I’m so glad the door and ceiling light weren’t cut off. I hate it when that happens.
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