"Oh great. My parrot heard every word." --Rebecca Bynum of her new addition, Tolstoy, pictured left.

But the bar for the bird, no matter how winsome, is already set by their masters so low. Psittacisms are seldom witticisms.  Or are you expecting more than "polly-want-a-cracker" or "pieces-of-eight" or, as in the dismal case at hand that supplied the sound-and-nonsense recorded at a meeting of campus calibans, "you-mutha"?