So there's this guy with a parrot. And this parrot swears like a sailor. I mean, he's a regular gun, a pistol. He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself once.

The trouble is, the guy that owns him is the quiet, conservative type, and the bird's dirty mouth is driving him crazy.

One day, it eventually loads up to be too much, so the guy grabs this bird with his bare hands, by the throat, and yells "QUIT IT!!" But all this ends up doing is making the bird mad, and now the parrot swears worse than ever.

Then the guy gets angry and says, "OK for you!" and locks the bird in the guy's kitchen cabinet. This really aggravates the bird, and he claws and scratches some more, and when the guy finally lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of vulgarities that would even make a veteran sailor blush with shame.

At that exact point, the guy is so mad, he throws the bird in the freezer and slams the freezer door shut. For the first few seconds, there is a terrible din and horrible noisemaking. Then it suddenly goes quiet.

After a couple of minutes of silence, the guy immediately thinks that he may have hurt the bird. His extreme worrying eventually drives him to open up that freezer door. The bird calmly climbs onto the guy's outstretched arm and says: "Terribly sorry about the trouble I gave you. I'll try to improve my vocabulary from now on." The man is astounded. Surprised. He can't understand the transformation that had overcame the bird. Then the parrot says, "Oh by the way, what did the chicken do?"