My grandmother had a green Amazon parrot.  This thing hated my gut.  One day this parrot tricked me, and while I was petting her, she almost took my finger.  Well, I punched this parrot, and from then on we were best of friends.  I took advantage of this friendship and taught this parrot every curse word I knew.  You should have seen my grandmother’s face when this bird said a perfect sentence with about 4 curse words in it.  I got grounded for two weeks for that, but at the end my grandmother enjoyed how vocal the parrot was with her new and improved vocabulary.