A little while back I was attending this party. It was filled with eldery aristocratic folks. People I don’t have much in common with, and while walking around the floor being bored I decided to amuse myself.
A posh lady in her sixties weighing double that in kilo’s came strutting by. On her head was a hat with on one side black net stockings and on the other side two types of colourfull feathers.
While we pass eachother I exclaim: “Nice hat!”. She stops abruptly and thanks me with a little giggle.
Now I got her attention I decided to take advantage and I ask her: “From which bird are those feathers”. With a surprised look she explains she doesn’t know. I ask “which designer is it?” “Gilbert D’Avengnoc” she says with a heavy American accent. “Oooh...” I say loudly, “the black feathers must be from the dickbird.” Somewhat surprised she repeats: “dickbird? I have never heard of it!” “Ah,” I continue, “that is because the dickbird is a very rare bird from the far east, it is only to be found on a smal lsland in micronesia. The other feathers are from the cockbird, that one is from an island right next to it”. “How interesting, the dickbird and the cockbird” she says. “Akward names though” she murmles. “Well, you know, in Europe you also have the common tit” I explain. “That’s right” she nods agreeingly but seemingly clueless.
At this point I decide to move on to the other side of the room where there is more wine to be had.
About an hour later the wine has filled up my blather and making my way through the room I pass by the feather lady. She is just talking to two other gentlemen who had just commented her on her hat.
All excited that someone else noticed her hat too she has to show off her newly learned knowledge about the origin of the feathers. When passing by I just hear one of the two men asking her: “So which feather is from the cockbird and which one is from the dickbird?”.
The feather woman turns around and yelps out: “Mister! Mister, which one is the cock and which one is the dick?” I turn around somewhat shocked. In a glimpse I see her and the two men looking at me, one man about a head taller then the other I decide to go all in and reply: “The taller one is the dick and the shorter one is the cock”.
She turns back to the men still clueless of what is happening and says to the still seriously interested men: “There you have it”.
A posh lady in her sixties weighing double that in kilo’s came strutting by. On her head was a hat with on one side black net stockings and on the other side two types of colourfull feathers.
While we pass eachother I exclaim: “Nice hat!”. She stops abruptly and thanks me with a little giggle.
Now I got her attention I decided to take advantage and I ask her: “From which bird are those feathers”. With a surprised look she explains she doesn’t know. I ask “which designer is it?” “Gilbert D’Avengnoc” she says with a heavy American accent. “Oooh...” I say loudly, “the black feathers must be from the dickbird.” Somewhat surprised she repeats: “dickbird? I have never heard of it!” “Ah,” I continue, “that is because the dickbird is a very rare bird from the far east, it is only to be found on a smal lsland in micronesia. The other feathers are from the cockbird, that one is from an island right next to it”. “How interesting, the dickbird and the cockbird” she says. “Akward names though” she murmles. “Well, you know, in Europe you also have the common tit” I explain. “That’s right” she nods agreeingly but seemingly clueless.
At this point I decide to move on to the other side of the room where there is more wine to be had.
About an hour later the wine has filled up my blather and making my way through the room I pass by the feather lady. She is just talking to two other gentlemen who had just commented her on her hat.
All excited that someone else noticed her hat too she has to show off her newly learned knowledge about the origin of the feathers. When passing by I just hear one of the two men asking her: “So which feather is from the cockbird and which one is from the dickbird?”.
The feather woman turns around and yelps out: “Mister! Mister, which one is the cock and which one is the dick?” I turn around somewhat shocked. In a glimpse I see her and the two men looking at me, one man about a head taller then the other I decide to go all in and reply: “The taller one is the dick and the shorter one is the cock”.
She turns back to the men still clueless of what is happening and says to the still seriously interested men: “There you have it”.