From:	KALI::SCARAMUZZO   "System Integrations Channels Support,
MLO3-3/42B"  6-MAY-1992 09:05:27.42
Subj:	Good joke for you....

Upon the death of her brother, a sailor in the  merchant  marine,  the
old  spinster inherited his female parrot.  She was embarrassed beyond
limits of Yankee propriety when she received the animal and in a short
time  learned  that  the only thing the bird could say was, "Awwwk! My
name's Sally! I'm a whore!"

Needless to say, the impression it made on her friends in the  Women's
League  and  the Wednesday canasta club were negative, to say the very
least.  In desperation and humiliation she sought the  advice  of  her
priest who comforted her.

"There, there," said the good man. "There problem is that the bird was
exposed only to the rough life  of  a  sailing  man  with  nothing  to
contribute to her spiritual growth. Look at my parrots, Mark and Luke"
he continued and lead her into his study where, in a cage,  two  birds
sat  in  a  cage passing rosary beads continually through their little
claws.

"This is sort of influence your bird needs to turn her to the paths of
righteousness," he beamed.

The  woman  was  beside  herself with joy and rushed home to fetch her
newly acquired wanton ward.

When she returned, the good father brought the parrot to the den,  put
her in the cage with his own pets, and then left the room.

As soon as they were gone, the girl parrot piped up, "Awwwk! My name's
Sally! I'm a whore!"

Then one boy parrot turned to the other  and  said,  "Throw  away  the
beads, Luke.  Our prayers have been answered."