And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen (_redpanda_) wrote in metaquotes,
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen

On the joys of owning a parrot...

Enlil does that "oh, let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear" creep up the arm, perches on the shoulder "srhp srhp srhp chrep chrep" little soft love noises, then "peek a boo peek a boo" really quiet, blows kisses in your ear, and then


and both eardrums shoot out the other side of your head and land on the wall across the room.

It's rather like a sonic lobotomy...all you can do is sit there and go "whimper."

-- wiseheron
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