Friday, December 28, 2007

On the Fourth Day...

December 28, 1972

Dear John: Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really, they are beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You are being too romantic.


Affectionately, Agnes

13 comments:

Hungry Mother said...

I hear calling birds taste like chicken.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Doesn't everything taste like chicken? Except clowns of course. They taste funny.

Malach the Merciless said...

UGH, drowning in Avian POO!

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Mal, she has not yet begun to drown.

Mike said...

I would be sending those back too. What the hell's a calling bird anyway?

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Mike I think they're parrots that have been trained to call you dirty names.

Kitty said...

She's telling him to stop 'enough is enough' ... why do I get the feeling he won't listen? :-) x

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Yeah Kitty, he's a little slow on the uptake. These days she could probably have him arrested for stalking.

Colonel Colonel said...

Calling Birds carry bird flu. She should have them shot immediately.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Right you are Col. PULL!

Preposterous Ponderings said...

Oooooooh don't hurt the poor little birdies!

Simply Curious said...

She won't be bitching when she gets the 5 golden rings.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Prepon, how else can we be sure they taste like chicken? They won't feel a thing. I promise.

SC, jewelry solves a lot of problems.