Not much by my neighbor, Emory, surprises me anymore. We both like birds. I named my parrot Holy Ghost, and he gave his parrot the "imaginative" name of Polly. So I was visiting him the other day. He went to his backyard shed to grab some of his homemade beer and meth. I was in his living room stretched out in his easy chair and half-dozing. I swear that his parrot, perched right next to me, then crackled, "Aaawwkk, Polly want a role model."
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