One Sunday afternoon approached her priest “Father,” she…
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One Sunday afternoon approached her priest
“Father,” she said, “I have a terrible problem. I own two female parrots… and they only know how to say one thing.”
The priest raised an eyebrow. “And what do they say?”
The woman sighed, embarrassed.
“They say, ‘Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?’”
The priest nearly choked. “That’s outrageous!” he exclaimed. But after a moment of thought, his face lit up.
“Actually… I may have a solution. You see, I have two male parrots—Francis and Job. They’re very devoted birds. They pray, read the Bible, even hold rosary beads. If we put your parrots in with mine, I’m sure my boys will set a good example. With time, your parrots will learn to worship instead of… well, advertise.”
The woman’s face brightened. “Oh, Father, thank you! This could really work.”
The next day, she brought her parrots to the rectory. Sure enough, Francis and Job were in their cage, rosary beads clutched in their claws, eyes closed in deep prayer.
The priest smiled proudly as the woman placed her two parrots into the cage. For a moment, all was peaceful. Then, suddenly, the females squawked in unison:
“Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”
The room went dead silent.
Slowly, Francis opened one eye, glanced at Job, and said:
“Put the rosaries away, Frank… our prayers have been answered!”
🤣🐦🙏
#comedy
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“Father,” she said, “I have a terrible problem. I own two female parrots… and they only know how to say one thing.”
The priest raised an eyebrow. “And what do they say?”
The woman sighed, embarrassed.
“They say, ‘Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?’”
The priest nearly choked. “That’s outrageous!” he exclaimed. But after a moment of thought, his face lit up.
“Actually… I may have a solution. You see, I have two male parrots—Francis and Job. They’re very devoted birds. They pray, read the Bible, even hold rosary beads. If we put your parrots in with mine, I’m sure my boys will set a good example. With time, your parrots will learn to worship instead of… well, advertise.”
The woman’s face brightened. “Oh, Father, thank you! This could really work.”
The next day, she brought her parrots to the rectory. Sure enough, Francis and Job were in their cage, rosary beads clutched in their claws, eyes closed in deep prayer.
The priest smiled proudly as the woman placed her two parrots into the cage. For a moment, all was peaceful. Then, suddenly, the females squawked in unison:
“Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”
The room went dead silent.
Slowly, Francis opened one eye, glanced at Job, and said:
“Put the rosaries away, Frank… our prayers have been answered!”
🤣🐦🙏
#comedy
source
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