So the guy comes into work a few days before Christmas complaining that the parrot his wife bought him as an early present won't talk. Someone suggests he teach it a Christmas carol, in keeping with the season. So out the guy goes and buys a Christmas music CD. He sets it up so that his CD player keeps repeating "Jingle Bells", over and over again. After the first day, the parrot still won't talk, so the guy continues with the excercise until New Year's Day, when the parrot finally gets the message and bursts into song.
The guy is happy, happy, happy. The bird is singing. Great stuff. Now bird, you can shut up. Unfortunately, the parrot decides that, having learned something, it's not going to stop.
Come the following September, the bird racks up its 3,000th rendition of "Jingle Bells", and the guy has lost about 60 lb in weight, is haggard from loss of sleep, he's lost his job because he kept falling asleep on the job, and his wife is on the verge of leaving him because the parrot just won't quit, but being a humanitarian, (or parrotarian, whichever), she won't leave him because she is afraid he will stuff the bird down the john as soon as the door slams shut behind her.
The question is- whats the moral to the story? Any suggestions welcome. By the way- you want to buy a singing parrot?
Posted by gmw16127
at 8:38 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 22 December 2003 9:04 PM EST