Dead Parrot

by **leseil612** Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:20 pm

At dawn the telephone rings,

"Hello, Señor Bob ? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country
house."

"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there
a problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Señor Bob , that your parrot, he is dead".

"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the
International competition?"

"Si, Señor, that's the one."

"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on
that bird. What did he die from?"

"From eating the rotten meat, Señor Bob ."

"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten
meat?"

"Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of the dead horse."

"Dead horse? What dead horse?"

"The thoroughbred, Señor Bob .."

"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"

"Yes, Señor Bob , he died from all that work pulling the water cart."

"Are you insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to put out the fire, Señor."

"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about,
man?"

"The one at your house, Señor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."

"What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is
destroyed because of a candle?!"

"Yes, Señor Bob ."

"But there's electricity at the house! What was
the candle for?"

"For the funeral, Señor Bob .."

"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"

"Your wife's, Señor Bob . She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new
Ping G15 204g titanium head golf club
with the TFC 149D graphite shaft."

SILENCE...........

LONG SILENCE.........

VERY LONG SILENCE............

"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep
shit."

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Dead Parrot

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