The latest from my bible-thumpin' cousin: A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, "Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they just only know how to say this one thing." "And what is it they say?" the priest inquired. "They say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?" "Why, that's totally obscene!" the priest exclaimed, and then he thought for a moment. "You know something," he said, "I just may have a solution to your problem. It just so happens, I have two male talking parrots whom I have taught to pray and read the bible. Why don't you bring your two parrots over to my house, and we'll put them in the cage with Francis and Timothy. My parrots can then teach your parrots to praise and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying....that phrase.....in no time." "Oh, thank you," the woman responded, "that sounds like it may very well be the solution." The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage, holding rosary beads and praying! Impressed, she walked over and ever-so-carefully, placed her female parrots in with them. After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison: "Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?" There was stunned silence as the woman and priest looked on in shock to see what would happen next. Finally, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed, "Put the beads away, Francis, our prayers have been answered!"