We had a parakeet back in the day. His name was Larry. He was a green and yellow li'l lad and he lived in a wooden cage. He used to chill out on our shoulders while we watched In Living Color and what not.
The thing about Larry Bird was he never really said anything. We mean, we'd work with him every day. "Larry Bird," we'd say. "Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird. Larry Bird."
And nothing. Stupid bird.
Why are we telling our fives of readers this? Huh. Well, all we're saying is Larry Bird was no Ziggy. And even if he were, "Man I want more tastycakes" and "Wow that icing's good" isn't really on the same level as "Hold me, Gary" and "No no no oooh YEAH YEAH YEAH, Gary."
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I dremt about a yellow and green & a blue and white parakeet last night.
Weird.
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