General Parakeet and alcohol
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First of all, gross. Second of all, pics. Thirdly, yes.
Back when I was in my late teens I knew a guy with a pet hamster. When a bunch of us would have a few beers at his place on a Saturday night, he would always put a separate drinking bowl in the hamster cage and fill it with beer, as he felt it was only right that the hamster had fun too.
The little fucker loved the stuff, it would guzzle it all immediately. It would stagger about it's cage afterwards before falling asleep/comatose, and later when it woke up it would drink a ton of water, probably trying to get rid of the hangover.
Given how animals deliberately seek out fermented fruit as another poster mentioned above, it's safe to say that your parakeet will love getting drunk.
I'm not sure how it would affect his health, but stop letting it stick it's beak in your mouth you dirty bastard!
The little fucker loved the stuff, it would guzzle it all immediately. It would stagger about it's cage afterwards before falling asleep/comatose, and later when it woke up it would drink a ton of water, probably trying to get rid of the hangover.
Given how animals deliberately seek out fermented fruit as another poster mentioned above, it's safe to say that your parakeet will love getting drunk.
I'm not sure how it would affect his health, but stop letting it stick it's beak in your mouth you dirty bastard!
Sounds like he is gonna have to stay sober
Good lord, why am I such a bitch and interested in the responses all you degenerates give? Psych ward is calling me
I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and say “brother, don’t look, please don’t look”, but I can’t help it
If I had a parrot it would talk shit and start fights every time it got it's drink on.
Thats why I don't have a parrot.
Thats why I don't have a parrot.
Parrots talk shit and start fights whenever they feel like it, they don't need alcohol. They are born assholes.
This is true. My dad's dad had a parrot named Pancho and he was a real dick.
When he was bored he'd start yelling "help! Help! There's a cat, Help!"
And he'd randomly attack me and the cousins.
But when we went to the burger shack he'd eat French fries with a fork like a gentleman, so it balanced out.
I almost had a parrot. When I moved in with my friend in Boise she was fostering a buddy who's human had died. That fucker liked me alot, we got along pretty good and he and my dog were cool. But I knew my lifestyle would be rough on him... he was cool.
Never told lies about cats.
LOL, that parrot reminds me of my father whenever he had to put together furniture.
Your father and I are kindred spirits.
