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From the files of the Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from out west...

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 asked.

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 pray 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. One male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and
says,"Put the beads away Frank. Our prayers have been answered!"
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