Robert Birch walked into a local pet store. There was a tan man with an afro behind the till. The nametag said Joe Mano.
Mano "Well, look what we have here. What can I get you?"
Birch "Ah, crap! A Mexican!?!?"
M "Is there a problem?"
B (pause)"No…..Do you have any birds?"
M "Birds? We have more birds than spit in a camel."
B "Spare me the crap; I just want a good flyer."
Birch looks at a budgerigarparrot.
B "How old is this bird?"
M "It's 10 bird years old, yet it's as tough as a 20 year old man."
Birch looks for the price tag.
B "What's the price?"
M "It's free."
B "Free? Why?"
M "Some folks who buy it give it back, I don't know why."
B "Is he fast?"
M "Fast? He's faster than most eagles."
B "I'll take him."
The parrot looked at Birch.
Parrot "I'll take him, I'll take him, where are you taking me to? A date?"
B "This guy is pretty funny" (I hate him already)
Birch leaves the store.
M "Good luck with him, the other costumers went suicidal shortly after having the bird, but why should I care? I'm just a Mexican. Idiot, I'm Jamaican."