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Sent: Wednesday, February 02, 2000 11:52 AM
Subject: Fw: FW: Parrot
A young punker gets on the cross-town bus.
He's got spiked, multicolored hair that's green, purple, and orange.
His clothes are a tattered mix of leather rags.
His legs are bare and he's without shoes.
His entire face and body are riddled with pierced jewelry and his
earrings are big, with bright feathers.
He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man
who just glares at him for the next ten miles.
Finally, the punk gets self conscious and barks at the old man:
"What are you looking at you old fart, didn't you ever do anything wild
when you were young?"
Without missing a beat, the old man replies,
"Yeah. Back when I wasYoung and in the Navy, I got really drunk one
night in Singapore, and f---ed a parrot. I thought maybe you were my son."
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