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Men Just Don't Listen!


Don't talk to my parrot!


Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called in a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, "I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you a check".'




"Oh, by the way don't worry about my dog Spike. He won't bother you.
But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot!"



"I MUST STRESS TO YOU: DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!!!"

When the repairman arrived at Wanda's apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work. The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant yelling, cursing and name calling. Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled, 'Shut up, you stupid, ugly bird!' To which the parrot replied,

'Get him Spike!' See - Men just don't listen!

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Comments

  1. BeverlydruOctober 23, 2009 at 6:33 AM

    I joined you in Friday Funnies today. I love smiling- smiling's my favorite! (From "Elf"- one of my fave movies)

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  2. Marty@A Stroll Thru LifeOctober 23, 2009 at 6:33 AM

    This is just too funny. Thanks for the laugh. Hugs, Marty

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  3. Kim @ Homesteader's HeartOctober 23, 2009 at 6:51 AM

    Oh that's just too funny my friend. I love it!!! Giggles all around here! LOL
    Happy Friday!!

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  4. MaryOctober 23, 2009 at 7:49 AM

    OUCH! That is funny, but I still think the funniest part is that "men don't listen"! So true!

    Happy Friday!
    Mary

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  5. AndreaOctober 23, 2009 at 8:31 AM

    You always brighten my day.

    I need a parrot...lol!

    Blessings, andrea

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  6. LorenOctober 23, 2009 at 8:48 AM

    This is tooo cute Mary :)

    They don't listen do they hee hee

    Love you and Happy Friday :)

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  7. RCUBEsOctober 23, 2009 at 8:58 AM

    LOL....I'm always antsy everytime it''s Friday, waiting always to what you'd post...You never disappoint sister!!! Enjoy your weekend and God bless you and your family! Love you sister Mary!

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  8. JackieOctober 23, 2009 at 9:54 AM

    Thanks for the funnies!

    Sweet Blessings!
    Jackie

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  9. Pom PomOctober 23, 2009 at 7:53 PM

    I agree with Elf. Smiling is my favorite. Thanks for the smile!

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  10. DeniseOctober 25, 2009 at 1:19 AM

    lol, that was funny.

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