Don't blame me for this one, its a repost of one told to me by my old man who read it online. (or him for that matter), terrible as it probably is, it IS pretty funny.
So, a man walks out into his garden one day, finds that pigeons have eaten all his fruit, all his vegetables, everything he had, he replants, waits, and the day he's ready to harvest his crop, the man walks out to find the garden stripped bare again.
So he tries putting up scarecrows, only to find them shit all over, picks off a few with a shotgun, but faced with a plague of hungry pigeons, he realizes there is nothing for it but to call in a professional and have him deal with them.
So, the guy calls in someone he's picked out of the phone book, claiming to be especially talented with dealing with, in particular, pigeon infestations.
The professional calls round the next day with a cage, obviously way too small to hold any more than a single bird. The gardener asks what on earth are you going to do with that, you can't possibly take all these damn birds away in that tiny thing?
So the professional takes a pigeon, dyed bright fluorescent pink. The gardener blinks a few times before asking again 'what the bloody christ are you going to do, I don't understand..'
And the professional tells the gardener 'this one is trained, y'see? I'll release him, he'll fly off, and pigeons, being stupid, will follow him and bugger off somewhere else'
True to his word, he releases his pink pigeon, it flies off, and all the rest follow, never to return.
Shocked, the guy pays the man his fee, pauses a moment, and asks the pigeon exterminator 'how much for a pink paki?'
(I did warn you)
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