You: Well, I'm glad he's overcome his shyness. One should never disparage the musical aspirations of operatic ferrets. However, I must confess that the provocative fan dance he performed caught me off guard...
2007-04-30 20:10:34
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answer #1
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answered by Tut Uncommon 7
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Sorry, my wit has run down. I've got it on the charger. I should be able to give you something sharp and witty in about 1/2 an hour. I'll get back to you
2007-04-30 20:21:31
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answered by Pat C 7
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OOOOOhhhhhhhhhh how's the ferret doing , I thought you asked hows the parrot doing . ferrets can't sing dumbass what kind of drugs have you been smoking .
2007-04-30 20:21:10
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answer #3
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answered by brother_nature_2006 2
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He said he was reluctant to talk about it due to the painful memories it evoked. He paused for several minutes, looking down and forlorn. I thought I saw the beginnings of a tear welling up in his eye before he took a deep breath, blinked a couple of times, and then looked up and looked me square in the eye. His words moved me, and I will now share them with you:
"You see," he started, "we weren't always a poor ferret family. For twenty generations, we were the richest and most powerful ferret family in Tuscany. We wanted for nothing, and all came to us for help and to offer tribute to our family. Then..." he paused and fought back the tears, "then came the dark days that my family will never forget. Almost overnight everything changed. We were forced to flee for our very lives and came to America with only the clothes we had on our backs. It was the worst for my father."
At this point, he paused and sipped a cup of tea. I think he did this to calm himself, because I could see the emotions welling up inside him. After a few moments, he put the cup of tea down gently, folded his hands in his lap, and continued the story.
"My father, he was a great fan of the opera, and so from a very early age I was given singing instruction from the best names in all of Italy. I could tell you their names, but it would be boasting, and this is not the time for boasting. The favorite part of my evenings was when my father would call me into his study, with all of his friends present, and introduce me as his son, and have me sing for them. I could tell that he was very proud of me, and that I, and my singing abilities, made him very happy. But this was all to end when we came to America.
When we came here, we were nobodies. No one knew us or cared who we were. We had to take menial jobs and fend for ourselves. This affected my father the most, as he was not used to this kind of treatment. The only thing about his day he looked forward to was my singing for him every night before he went to sleep.
Day by day, though, I could see him dying more and more on the inside. Even my singing could only bring him happiness for a little while. Then, one day.....he was gone. And I have not sung a single note from that day until you heard me in the shower. I didn't realize I was doing it, but it just brings me such great sadness, please, PLEASE don't ask me to do it again."
And with that, he looked up at me with those pleading eyes of his, now reddened from the tears he had been restraining. How could I refuse him? This ferret whose own voice had delighted his father, but whose same voice also reminded him of the sadness of his father's death and demise?
2007-04-30 20:35:22
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answered by Mitch 5
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I understand that you taught him. He's off key, and his pronunciation is nearly as good as Ozzy Osbourne
2007-04-30 20:11:38
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answer #5
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answered by i8thr2 2
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oh i thought the ferret had got your nuts and it was you screaming...ah well dream on
2007-04-30 20:08:57
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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***why start the wittiness out of the blue NOW?
2007-04-30 20:08:57
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answer #7
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answered by meme 5
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Gee, I feel sorry for that shower.
2007-04-30 20:09:53
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answered by Lyrical Lie 5
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He came right out and sang to me...
I don't know. I'm lame.
2007-04-30 20:08:53
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answered by Jen 5
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