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Another parrot joke !

A woman making her way to her new job for the first time finds she has to pass a pet shop on her route. She notices a parrot cheerily making comments to most of the woman walking past. Mostly wolf whistles. As she approaches the bird, it shouts to her. Hey you ? She answers, what ? The bird answers, you're a fat ugly bastard ! She has a wee chuckle and thinks the bird has probably picked up the phrase from a husband and wife argument.
Next morning the whole thing repeats itself; wolf whistles for most of the females, but as she gets nearer, the bird again shouts, Hey you ? What ? she asks again. Same reply. You're a fat ugly bastard ! No chuckle this time. Just keeps on going.
Next morning she approaches the bird in a slightly anxious manner. Same thing happens all over again. Wolf whistles for most of the other females, followed by that same abusive phrase directed only to her. That's it she thinks, I'm putting a stop to this. Into the pet shop she goes, and asks the owner to keep the bird inside at the time she usually passes the shop. If he refuses, and she gets called a fat ugly bastard again, she will report it to the police.
The owner apologises and says there's no need to bring the bird inside as it's a really intelligent bird that not only has a wide vocabulary, but actually knows what he says to it. He assures her once he tells the bird not to repeat that phrase it will never do it again. She's happy to give it a try.
On her way to work next day she wonders if what the pet shop owner told her can really be true ?
Same routine, she curiously watches the bird giving out wolf whistles and thinks, this is going' to be the same as it always is. She walks towards the parrot...nothing !...she stops and looks at the bird, ...nothing ! Very satisfied with the outcome she walks on a couple of yards when she hears the bird call out, Hey you ? She turns and angrily shouts what ?........the parrot, leaning forward on its perch, says......you fuckin' know what !
 
An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily.

'Where have ye been all this time, child? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother through?'

The girl, crying, replied, Dad... I became a prostitute.'

'Ye what!? Get out a here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family.'

'OK, Dad... as ye wish. I only came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion, plus a 5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club ... (takes a breath) ... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera.'

'What was it ye said ye had become?' says Dad.

Girl, crying again, 'A prostitute, Daddy!.'

'Oh! My Goodness! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant! Come here and give yer old Dad a hug !!!
 
ACTUAL PASSPORT LETTER-----HILARIOUS!


John Murphy
4 College Hill
Mullingar
Co. Westmeath


This, apparently is an actual letter received by the Irish Passport
Office.


Dear Sirs,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and I am losing the will to live. How is it that Sky Television has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a fucking satellite dish from them back in 1995, and yet, the Government is still asking me where I was fucking born and on what date.

For fuck sake, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have
on my pension book, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed
for the past 30 years. It is on my PPS card, my driving
license, my car insurance, on the last eight fucking passports I've had,
before being allowed off the plane over the last 50 years, and all
those insufferable census forms.

Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's
name is Mary Anne, my father's name is Robert and I'd be absolutely fucking astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!!!!!!

I apologise, because I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you an' me, I've had enough of this shit! You send back the application form to my house, then you ask me for my fucking address!!!!

What the fuck is going on? Do you have a bunch of neanderthal arseholes working there? Look at my fucking picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I just want to go and park my arse on some nice sandy beach somewhere and would someone please tell me, why would you give a shit whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days?
Well, I have to sign off now, because I have to go to the other end of the fucking country to get another fucking copy of my birth certificate, to the
tune of €30. Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the
same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day??
Nooooooooooooo, that'd be too fucking easy and maybe make sense. You'd rather have us running all over the fuckin' place like chickens with our heads cut off, then have to find some arsehole to confirm that it's really me on the damn picture - you know, the one where we're not
allowed to smile?! (bureaucratic fuckin' morons) Hey, do you know why
we couldn't smile if we wanted to? Because we're totally hacked off!

Signed

An Irate Citizen.

P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since 1776 .......... I have served in the military for something over 30 years and have had full security clearances over 25 of those years enabling me to undertake highly secretive work all over the world and here in Ireland
......... However, I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am
- you know, someone like my doctor - WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN FUCKING PAKISTAN !

Sincerely . . .
 
ACTUAL PASSPORT LETTER-----HILARIOUS!


John Murphy
4 College Hill
Mullingar
Co. Westmeath


This, apparently is an actual letter received by the Irish Passport
Office.


Dear Sirs,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and I am losing the will to live. How is it that Sky Television has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a fucking satellite dish from them back in 1995, and yet, the Government is still asking me where I was fucking born and on what date.

For fuck sake, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have
on my pension book, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed
for the past 30 years. It is on my PPS card, my driving
license, my car insurance, on the last eight fucking passports I've had,
before being allowed off the plane over the last 50 years, and all
those insufferable census forms.

Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's
name is Mary Anne, my father's name is Robert and I'd be absolutely fucking astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!!!!!!

I apologise, because I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you an' me, I've had enough of this shit! You send back the application form to my house, then you ask me for my fucking address!!!!

What the fuck is going on? Do you have a bunch of neanderthal arseholes working there? Look at my fucking picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I just want to go and park my arse on some nice sandy beach somewhere and would someone please tell me, why would you give a shit whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days?
Well, I have to sign off now, because I have to go to the other end of the fucking country to get another fucking copy of my birth certificate, to the
tune of €30. Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the
same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day??
Nooooooooooooo, that'd be too fucking easy and maybe make sense. You'd rather have us running all over the fuckin' place like chickens with our heads cut off, then have to find some arsehole to confirm that it's really me on the damn picture - you know, the one where we're not
allowed to smile?! (bureaucratic fuckin' morons) Hey, do you know why
we couldn't smile if we wanted to? Because we're totally hacked off!

Signed

An Irate Citizen.

P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since 1776 .......... I have served in the military for something over 30 years and have had full security clearances over 25 of those years enabling me to undertake highly secretive work all over the world and here in Ireland
......... However, I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am
- you know, someone like my doctor - WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN FUCKING PAKISTAN !

Sincerely . . .
Bureaucracy abounds everywhere
It's a fucking joke
People have been flying to Alberta to get a new passport because there's been lineups around the block and some people have camped overnight, some stood in line for 8-10 hours and still got turned away as the office shut before they were served
Love that letter, it's only funny...because it's true !!
 
Too bad we can't upload video files cos this is a belter
There's a video on Tik Tok (my mate sends them, I don't do dat)
and it's a belter
Aussie guy calls the Emergency hotline:
"Hello, you've reached the Emergency hotline, how can I help ?"
"G'day mate, I'm down in Darwin, with me Sheila, and she got stung on the minge, and now her fanny has swollen shut"
Emergency hotline guy:
Aww bummer mate !!"
Aussie guy: Oh, I never thought of that !! Thanks mate !!"
Hangs up
 
Keep getting spam calls, had 5 already this morning...apparently someone bought 2 $1300 IPhones on my non existent Amazon account
And now apparently, you will all be 'known associates' as there appears to be 3 arrest warrants our for me...
I've taken to answering the phone like the fonejacker with
"Bello ?" which usually ends the call with a *CLICK
Here's the very he, at his finest
 

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