Polly wanna cracker? Polly? FOR THE LAST

Polly wanna cracker? Polly? FOR THE LAST TIME
MY NAME IS LARRY! AND I HAVE A WHEAT-GLUTEN ALLERGY! Please stop offering me crackers. I swear, if you offer me a cracker ONE MORE TIME I will
Squalk very loudly" said the Parrot. I was astonished because I thought it was nailed to its perch. The petshop owner hurried over to see what the commotion was about
but it was an unusual arrangement for such an obese Parrot. He'd lived with Al Franken for awhile and that was how he'd gotten so corpulent. The bird would sometimes
go on restless monologs about how his lot in life was so tragic, but noone wanted to hear the lamentations of such a fat bird. the safe under the bed was not a good hiding place
for a drowned family of six and their pet dog. He wasn't sure yet how to dispose of the bodies, but he knew that birds suspected of such crimes don't go to jail, they disappear.
He fished out the bodies, piled them up in his station wagon, and drove off. He needed to find a suitable spot to hide the bodies, somewhere no one would look. He headed toward
the shopping mall. He pulled out the bodies and placed them on stuffed chairs at Macy's. He knew that the clerks wouldn't bother them for hours. He then went to Steak Escape.
He wanted to enjoy his favorite triceratop tip steak sandwich and relax after a grueling ordeal. But upon sitting down, he found himself unfulfilled by his adventure.
He left the table, went into the bathroom and hanged himself from the shower rod with his necktie. Dino, hearing the gurgling sounds, began barking. "Fred?" Wilma shouted. "Fred??"

Started: 2011-03-10 15:29:04
Finished: 2011-06-17 12:53:20

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