< A lady approaches a priest and tells him, "Father, I have a problem. I
have
< these two talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing."
<
< "What do they say?" the priest asked.
<
< "They only know how to say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have
< some fun?"
<
< "That's terrible!" the priest exclaimed." I have a solution for your
problem.
< Bring your female parrots over to the rectory, and I will put them with my

< two male parrots, whom I have taught to pray and read the Bible.
< My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase,
< and your female parrots will learn to pray and worship."
<
< The next day, the lady brings her female parrots to the rectory. The male
< parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage.
< The lady puts her parrots in with the male parrots, and the females say,
< "Hi, we're prostitutes! Do you want to have some fun?"
<
< One male parrot looks over at the other and squawks, "Put your beads
< away, Frank, our prayers have been answered!"