A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him,
> "Father, I have a problem
> I have two female parrots,
> but they only know how to say one thing."
>
> "What do they say?" the priest inquired.
>
>
> They say,
> "Hi, we're hookers!
> Do you want to have some fun?"
>
>
> That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed,
>
>
>
> then he thought for a moment.
>
> "You know," he said,
> "I may have a solution to your problem.
> I have two male talking parrots,
> which I have taught to pray and read the Bible.
>
>
>
> Bring your two parrots over to my house,
> and we'll put them in the cage with Francis and Peter.
>
> 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 responded,
> "this may very well be the solution."
> The next day,
> she brought her female parrots to the priest's house.
>
>
>
> As he ushered her in,
> she saw that his two male parrots
> were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying.
>
> Impressed,
> she walked over and placed her parrots in with them.
>
> After a few minutes,
> the female parrots cried out in unison:
> Hi, we're hookers!
> Do you want to have some fun?"
>
>
>
> There was stunned silence.
>
> Shocked,
> one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot
> and exclaimed,
> "Put the beads away, Frank.
>
> Our prayers have been answered!"