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
Friday, December 28, 2007
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I hear calling birds taste like chicken.
Doesn't everything taste like chicken? Except clowns of course. They taste funny.
UGH, drowning in Avian POO!
Mal, she has not yet begun to drown.
I would be sending those back too. What the hell's a calling bird anyway?
Mike I think they're parrots that have been trained to call you dirty names.
She's telling him to stop 'enough is enough' ... why do I get the feeling he won't listen? :-) x
Yeah Kitty, he's a little slow on the uptake. These days she could probably have him arrested for stalking.
Calling Birds carry bird flu. She should have them shot immediately.
Right you are Col. PULL!
Oooooooh don't hurt the poor little birdies!
She won't be bitching when she gets the 5 golden rings.
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.
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