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Several years ago, my Dad had an aging oldest sister we called Auntie who certainly had quite a personality. She was also the unfortunate and unwitting owner of an African Grey/parrot/buzzard creature which was left to her by someone who obviously didn't like her very much.
But she was a kind, sweet lady, so she took in PeckerHead and gave him a good home. One year saw tragedy hit their small town in South Carolina. Auntie's husband passed suddenly during the summer, her pastor's wife also passed quite suddenly, and so did the single owner of the buzzard.
Since Auntie didn't have anyone, she didn't mind taking in the buzzard. (Actually it was a parrot but we hated it and called it a buzzard) Then it came time for Thanksgiving, and the day before, the pastor had been invited to Thanksgiving dinner by one of the families in the church. Then they went to turn on the stove and the resulting explosion took out the wall and most of the garage behind the gas stove.
Never let old Uncle Buck mess with a gas line when he's been sampling the hooch.
So our Auntie has him over for dinner but forgot about the parrot. The parrot decided it would be a good time to show off his vocabulary, so he started in on the pastor. The pastor gave as good as he got and that buzzard got it with both barrels; however, the pastor never used the Lord's Name or any bad words.
"My my!" exclaimed Auntie. "Where in the world did you learn such language?"
The pastor cleared his throat. "Your little brother."
But she was a kind, sweet lady, so she took in PeckerHead and gave him a good home. One year saw tragedy hit their small town in South Carolina. Auntie's husband passed suddenly during the summer, her pastor's wife also passed quite suddenly, and so did the single owner of the buzzard.
Since Auntie didn't have anyone, she didn't mind taking in the buzzard. (Actually it was a parrot but we hated it and called it a buzzard) Then it came time for Thanksgiving, and the day before, the pastor had been invited to Thanksgiving dinner by one of the families in the church. Then they went to turn on the stove and the resulting explosion took out the wall and most of the garage behind the gas stove.
Never let old Uncle Buck mess with a gas line when he's been sampling the hooch.
So our Auntie has him over for dinner but forgot about the parrot. The parrot decided it would be a good time to show off his vocabulary, so he started in on the pastor. The pastor gave as good as he got and that buzzard got it with both barrels; however, the pastor never used the Lord's Name or any bad words.
"My my!" exclaimed Auntie. "Where in the world did you learn such language?"
The pastor cleared his throat. "Your little brother."
