Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Bird’s Eye (Point of) View

Looking around at all the fine looking ‘hens’, the fantastically good-looking falcon squawks his goodbyes.
“Farewell Ladies, I must go. My pet needs me.”
One of the larger females coos at him, “Does this pet of yours have a name?”
Thinking for a moment, the falcon replies, “I don’t know what he calls himself, but I call him Cuddles.”

1 comment:

Joebroesel said...

I'm still laughing :D