I could identify with these comics, because I've been to Arizona and it was fucking hot there. When I got out of the car it was like opening the door of a hot oven. My parents and I stayed in a motel in Phoenix, and in the lobby I got to talk to a talking parrot. It was funny. It called me "Poncho."
--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
i was in south carolina and there was a talking parrot he didnt say much but he did say damn and hell a few times i wish i had 1 hed prolly turn into a rappper lol