A C.M. Classic: Post #493

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Time now, for the redundant portion of Father Nature's Corner, where we produce another post in the occasional series entitled "Cedar's Mountain's Classics", in which we take an old post from the original five year odyssey that was my first blog and retool, revamp, regurgitate, reactivate and simply reanimate to something new and shallow.

Today's classic will feature that old American staple of the workplace: e-mail humor.

That's right boys and girls, e-mail humor. In the early years of Cedar's Mountain, e-mail humor was a snazzy staple of that blog, because quite frankly, sometimes it was really hard to come up with something funny. And what easier way to come up with something funny than to pilfer an old e-mail from the early part of the 2000's?

Post #493 entitled "A Week At The Gym" was one such post. Clean and funny, it poked fun at two very stereotypical things: lazy men and the women who want to get even with their men. Plus it was easy peasy lemon squeezy to put together. Copy, paste and viola! Instant post!

And once again, we experience deja vu all over again as just like before when sometimes it was pure torture to come up with something original, we dug down purty deep into the sarcophagus of our old XP computer and came up with another original work e-mail. This one's entitled Catholic Parrots.

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!" exclaimed the priest. Furrowing his brow for a moment, he added, "You know, 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."

"Than you," said the woman. "This may very well be the solution."

The next day she brought her parrots to the priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his two 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 and exclaimed, "Put the beads away, Frank! Our prayers have been answered!"

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