Irony is the enemy of the post-modern left(tm)
Marv’s up to no good again.
Love those tales of the bird boys! We once had a cockatiel named Steve that talked non-stop, but only if you weren’t looking directly at him. Steve would mutter all day long, and would only stop for ice cream and mashed potatoes. His other peculiarity was that he wouldn’t fly. He would sit on our shoulders all day long, as soon as he got up, but he did waddle over to his cage for bathroom breaks. He was so spoiled that I had to rock the silly critter to sleep at night.
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