Hi, We're Prostitutes.

on August 9th, 2001

Father," a lady says to her priest, "I have a problem. I've got two female parrots, and they only know how to say one thing."

"What do they say?" inquires the priest.

"They say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?'"

"That's obscene!" the priest exclaims.

"You know," he says after a moment of thought, "I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots whom I have taught to pray and read the bible. Bring your parrots over to the rectory and we'll put them in the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying...that phrase...in no time."

"Thank you," the woman responds. "I can't tell you how happy this makes me."

The next day, she carries her female birds to the priest's house. As he ushers her in, she sees his two male parrots inside their cage, holding rosary beads and praying. Impressed, she places her parrots in with them. After a few minutes, the female parrots cry out in unison: "Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?"

There is stunned silence.

Finally, one male parrot turns to the other. "Put the beads away, Francis," he says, "our prayers have been answered!"

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