The madam of a brothel has a problem, so she goes to a local priest. "I have two talking female parrots," she tells him. "All they can say is ‘Hi, we’re prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?’" "That’s awful," the priest agrees, "but I have a solution to your problem. I have two male parrots whom I’ve taught to pray and read the Bible. If we put your parrots with mine, I believe yours will stop saying that awful phrase and will instead learn to recite the word of God." The next day, the madame brings her parrots to the priest’s house and puts them in with the male parrots, who are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. "Hi, we’re prostitutes." say the females. "Do you want to have some fun?" One male parrot looks at the other and squawks, "Close the Bible, Frank! Our prayers are answered!"

That is older than I am, and I am a sexy Sr. citizen.