Post by: Dman on May 30, 2008, 04:08:08 PM
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Post by: boneaddict on May 31, 2008, 06:52:19 AM
Hear's the story. Idabooner was sitting at the breakfast table one winter morning in Twisp. It was about 20 below zero out and crisp and cold. I'm eating my cocoa pebbles and he is eating his bacon and eggs. He says....look, there is a parakeet on the railing of the porch. Yeha right, how gullibl do you think I am. No really, there is a parakeet on the porch. I look out the frosty picture window. Sure as *censored*, there is a blue parakeet sitting on the railing of our porch in a skiff of snow, all fluffed up. I opened the door and captured him. He didn't put up much of a fight. I figured the shock would kill him. Turns out his name was Joey, he told me so. He was a very loyal friend for a long time. I finally gave him to one of my moms old friends that was lonely. He culd talk alot and would sit on my shoulder and stroke my ear. Cute little bugger. We checked with all the neighbors, and they just ooked at me like I looked at my Dad at the breakfast table. Who knows where he came from, and why he landed on my porch.
Post by: bucklucky on May 31, 2008, 08:18:14 AM
Post by: PolarBear on May 31, 2008, 08:36:01 AM