Wash That Beak Out With Soap
Tuesday, December 13th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
If you’ve ever been around large tropical birds, you’ll know that they behave like a toddler you can’t reason with. They can bring enormous joy and energy and life into a home. But they hear everything and they aren’t shy about sharing what they’ve learned. Especially not Uccello the Macaw:
The cable guy did not look at him so Uccello started squawking. I went over to him to talk and give him attention so he would not interrupt the worker, but Uccello did not want my attention. He wanted the attention of the new guy!
Uccello continued, “Suck me, baby, suck me.” That phrase got the man’s attention. A smile came to his face.
The bird continued through his extensive lexicon of words. Repeating certain phrases that The Biker especially enjoys. I could feel my face turning red as I sat there caught between being embarrassed and wanting to just laugh out loud. “Pretty tits. Woo Hoo. Pretty tits,” he said. I had to cover my breasts with my arms thinking that now the technician would be examining my chest, however his eyes did not leave his work.
“Fuck me hard, (inserting my nickname for The Biker). Do it!” Now I had to bite my lip.
The talking, squawking, acrobatics, and dancing continued, “Harder. Oh yeh!. faster. Oh yeh!” and “I’m so wet. Eat me.” until finally, seemingly exhausted by not getting the attention he deserved Uccello concluded with his new line, “Make me cum. Make me cum!”
Bad, bad bird! But what can you do?
From Biker & Teacher.
