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10-01-2018, 07:07 PM
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Re: The Broth Man Cometh II
Mong? Am I a Mong, because Mongo Jam (the sweetest ingredient of possible Mongolian Teriyaki options) is sweet? And it's so sweet that Chaepitz sleeps in my hand? Or am I a Mong, because I now remind you of those badass Mongolians that use their hand-perched Eagles to hunt for them? Like High Plains Bird Pimps. Either way, thank you. I just hope that "Mong" isn't another one of these secret British slang words for "Retard", like the cute sounding, and mysteriously alluring, word "Numpty". |
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10-01-2018, 07:25 PM
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Re: The Broth Man Cometh II
points for the most unique way I've ever been shown the bird... |
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10-01-2018, 07:50 PM
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Well judging by this situation, and last weeks "Naughty Elf" episode, people in India believe that severed heads are either the source of Leprosy, or that head removers become some kind of Earthbound lesser god. They can't be touched by mortals, except in praise, and bestowals of yummy snacks and/or warm beverages--offerings of any sort, I'd imagine.
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10-01-2018, 08:33 PM
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Re: The Broth Man Cometh II
That looks like a Norwegian Blue Parrot. Rather comatose, but they have beautiful plumage!
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10-01-2018, 08:53 PM
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I don't know if he is that. I know he's cute when he eats spaghetti, and gets it all over his beak. Maybe I'll see how he likes Lutefisk some time. Wait, are they're really Parrots from Norway? Sometimes it takes almost an hour--holding totally still, before he finally relaxes, stops fidgeting and falls asleep there. Then I still can't move too much, because he releases his grip, and can roll right out of my hand like a little chimichanga--waking airborne, he freaks out, and'll fly right into my eyes, or a wall or something; especially if it's dark. |