The bartender asks “Where did you get it?” The parrot says “Africa.”
Prior to having this photo taken, Mary Jo warned me not to try and put my arm around her. Before I could tell her that she was not the first lady to have ever said that to me, she explained that her parrot named Fallon was a bit jealous and protective and might attack me. I told her that she didn’t have to worry about it because at this point in my life I’m not risking anything to have a parrot kick my ass.
As you can see, I kept my arms tightly folded just so Fallon, who did seem to be eyeing me suspiciously, wouldn’t think I was even close to putting them anywhere near her owner.
As you can see, I kept my arms tightly folded just so Fallon, who did seem to be eyeing me suspiciously, wouldn’t think I was even close to putting them anywhere near her owner.
This song came to mind:
