OK. After you guys change a perfectly good subject in which a guy posts about his new jigging rod, into a diatribe on "keeping it up", I don't want anyone to
ever get on my case for hijacking a threa again.
Now that we got that out of the way, I'm sure you all heard about the old boy who bought some Viagra and took it home. He popped a pill and waited for his wife to come home. But he forgot and left the pills out on the table and his parrot ate half of damned bottle. Just as he discovered this, he heard his wife at the door and in his haste, he scooped up the bottle and threw it and the parrot into the chest-freezer. Now about this time the Viagra started to kick in (on the old man--not the parrot) and he dragged his wife into the back room and was gone for about an hour. When he went back into the kitchen to get a glass of water, he suddenly remembered his poor parrot was still in the freezer. He tore the door open and there was the parrot, holding the empty Viagra bottle, dripping with sweat, wheezing and making low noises in his throat, and he turned to the old man and said: "Would you hand me a paring knife, I'm having a ***** of a time prying this chicken's legs apart."