It's a small village in rural Ireland. An old woman, carrying what looks suspiciously like a birdcage covered by a towel, knocks on the door of the local priest's house. Father O'Malley opens the door and says "What can I do for you dear lady." She replies "Well it's like this father. I've been gifted these two young female parrots but they're such foul mouthed hussies and they keep saying the same vile thing over and over again."
She whips off the towel and the first parrot squawks "Hi guys we're a pair of squawk nymphos and we're always squawk fucking up for it" The second parrot squawks "Yes guys we're a pair of squawk nymphos and we're always fucking up for it"............"Hi guys we're.....
The priest hastily covers the cage and says "Yes I do see the problem. By chance I have raised two male parrots from birth in my private quarters." They're both devout Christian boys and I've raised them in all aspects of the scriptures. James and Patrick - the purest of the saints. They kick off their day with 50 Our Fathers and 50 Hail Marys. Then they do their catechism and a selection of psalms and hymns followed by uplifting passages from the Bible. Then they spend the rest of the day in prayer and quiet contemplation. Now my idea is that we introduce your delinquent girls into the cage and their innate goodness and purity will convert them"
So they go inside, open the cage, and the girls fly in. "Hi guys we're a pair of squawk nymphos and we're always squawk fucking up for it. Yes guys we're a pair of squawk nymphos and we're always squawk fucking up for it . Yes guys we're a pair of.........."
James lowers his wing. They've been praying and turns to Patrick. "Jesus Christ Paddy squawk at bleeding last. Finally all our squawk fucking prayers have turned up trumps!!"