How hammered do you have to be?
A long long time ago, on a Friday night I apparently willingly purchased a parrot from a 'bloke in the pub'. I only found this out when i woke up in the morning and my entire bedroom was covered in an inch thick layer of parrot poo. After getting out of bed I found the parrot dead by stepping on it in the middle of the floor. It looked a bit mangled which was quite baffling at the time. Stumbling into the hallway the light from the window at the top of the stairs is normally blinding first thing in the morning as it faces east. Squinting my eyes hard to fight the searing pain of hang over and sun light I was suprised to find the hallway suprisingly dull. On closer inspection, the hallway window was coverd in a thin greasy coating of parrot blood and feathers. The poor bird had obviously paniced either at the stench of beer and tequilla breath coming from me or the remains of the kebab on the floor slowly gassing i with chilli fumes and decided to make a run for it through the hallway window. Quite a few times and at a high velocity by the look of it.
(munkymagik, Mon 13 Jun 2005, 16:51, Reply)