>A man walks into a bar and says, "This isn't my parrot."
>
>A man walks into a piano and says, "This isn't my ego, it's some absurd
>collection of colored shirts."
...
>A man stops another man on the street. "Haven't you heard?" he asks, "They
>found another one last night."
>
>A parrot walks into a bar and says, "Tell me if you've heard this one before."
<extreme puzzlement>
I hope that was the reaction you intended.
Kennita
Kennita Watson | The bond that links your true family is not one of blood,
kwatson@netcom.com| but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do
| members of the same family grow up under the same roof.
| -- Richard Bach, _Illusions_