A woman had a parrot that she took with her everywhere she went.
She would even take the parrot to the club with her when she went dancing and drinking on Saturday nights.
Whenever the woman went onto the dance floor, the parrot would yell.
“The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, we don’t need no water-let the m**thafukkah burn! Burn, m**thafukkah, burn!”
The crowd on the dance floor would always cheer and holler in appreciation when the parrot would yell.
This would make the parrot yell even more and of course make the crowd go wild.
This would go on all night long, every time the parrot went out.
One Sunday morning the woman took the parrot to church and into the choir section with her, and when the choir started to sing, the parrot yelled.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, we don’t need any water-let the m**thafukkah burn! Burn, m**thafukkah, burn!
She was horrified and corrected the parrot,
“No, you don’t say that here!”
The parrot looked around and asked,
“Why not? These are the same m**thafukkahs that was at the club last night!”