A guy went to a pet store and asked if they had a parrot that talked. The sales person said that this was no problem and sold him a beautiful specimen, guaranteed to talk up a storm. (Not a Norwegian Blue.)
So the guy took the parrot home and after a day or so without a peep from the bird he went back to the pet store to complain. The canny sales assistant said that maybe the parrot needed some activity to stimulate itself, so suggested a swing for it swing on. The guy agreed and bought the swing for the cage and took it home.
Again, nothing from the parrot.
This performance was repeated over the next week, with the sales assistant first suggesting a mirror for the cage, so the parrot had something to talk to, and then a fake plastic parrot for something more tangible in the cage. All to no avail. Not a peep from the parrot.
Finally one day the guy stormed into the pet store with the cage covered. The sales assistant asked what the problem was and when the guy took the cover off the cage there was the parrot lying dead on the floor.
When the assistant asked what happened the guy looked a little humble and said that the the bird just keeled over and died.....but if there was any consolation it did speak before it passed away.
"What did it say?" asked the assistant.
"Don't they feed anybody in this f@#$%!g house?"
