Content Cluster Muster [12-16-21]

Color on Both Sides of the Road

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And About Time

Heh

Isn’t Evolution Simply a Marvel?

If you are still trying to banish the last vestiges of Darwin from your heart, make sure to watch the second video below . . .

Jokes I Like to Tell

One time there was a minister of the gospel, a bachelor, who decided to buy a parrot. He was an economical man, and so he decided not to go the pet store route. This meant that he was forced to advertise for a second hand parrot. Fortunately he lived in a big city, and he received several calls in response to his advertisement.

He settled on one, and purchased it. When the previous owner delivered it, they chatted for a few moments, and the minister discovered that the previous owner had been a sailor in the merchant marine for many years. He also discovered, in the days that followed, that his new parrot had quite a blue vocabulary. It was generally pretty good most of the time, but whenever there was company, it would wait for a moment of silence and say something that would be acutely embarrassing to anyone, and even more considering that his owner was a man of the cloth.

One day the minister looked out his front door, and realized that he had forgotten to change the location of a meeting he had with three representatives of the Ladies Fellowship. They would be at his door in a moment, and the dread certainty that his parrot was going to start misbehaving in just a couple of minutes descended upon him. Two of the ladies were on the critical end of the congregation, and he just couldn’t afford any incident.

So he ran over to the cage and grabbed the parrot. But then the problem of where to keep it during the meeting arose. He darted to the back end of the house. There was no place he could think of to put the parrot. As he was headed back to the front of the house to answer the door, his eye fell on his refrigerator. Without thinking, he just opened the freezer door, thrust the parrot in, and closed the door. “It will be a short meeting,” he reassured himself.

It was a short meeting, only about fifteen minutes. When the ladies had gotten everything they asked for—the minister seemed to be remarkably compliant and somewhat distracted—he escorted them to the door, closed it behind them, and ran to the kitchen to rescue his parrot.

The parrot seemed none the worse for wear, and stepped out onto his finger obediently. It took a few days for the minister to realize that something was different. Not a single cuss word came from his parrot. Three days, four. Company came and went, and no untoward language came from the cage. The minister was really baffled by this.

But after a full week went by, the parrot finally spoke up. “So,” it said, “what did the chicken do?”

A Song I Really Like for Some Reason