Snowball is a medium sulphur crested Eleanora cockatoo and he loves to dance and sing. He loves the Back Street Boys. No one taught Snowball to dance…he just heard this song and suddenly felt like dancing. We’re all jealous because he can outdance each one of us…nobody likes a show off! When he’s really in the mood, he dances and sings. And at the end of the performance he takes a bow or two or twenty!! Enjoy the show.
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers
did for a living. All the typical answers came up — fireman,
mechanic, businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when
the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, ‘My father’s an
exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front
of other men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the
offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him
all night for money.’
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the
other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin
aside to ask him, ‘Is that really true about your father?’ ‘No’,
the boy said, ‘He works for the Democratic National Committee and is
helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was
too embarrassed to say that in front of the class.’
A little old lady is walking down the street, dragging two plastic garbage bags, one in each hand. There’s a hole in one of the bags, and once in a while a $20 bill flies out of it onto the pavement.
Noticing this, a policeman stops her. “Ma ‘am, there are $20 bills falling out of that bag…”
“Damn!” says the little old lady … “I’d better go back and see if I can find some of them. Thanks for the warning!”
“Well, now, not so fast,” says the cop. “How did you get all that money? Did you steal it?”
“Oh, no”, says the little old lady.
“You see, my back yard backs up to the parking lot of the football stadium. Each time there’s a game, a lot of fans come and pee in the bushes, right into my flower beds!”
So, I go and stand behind the bushes with a big hedge clipper, and each time someone sticks his thingy through the bushes, I yell: ‘$20 or off it comes!’”
“Hey, not a bad idea!” laughs the cop. “Good luck!” By the way, what’s in the other bag?”
“Well”, says the little old lady, “Not all of them pay”