Farfel the Lorikeet |
Farfel, the family’s Rainbow Lorikeet lives just outside our kitchen window and is privy to many of the nefarious goings on at Chez Poinker. I thought he would make an excellent subject to interview in order to gain a more insightful portrait of our day to day lives.
Interview transcript: Warning- this is not for the faint-hearted.
Interviewer: Pinky
Interviewee: Farfel- Rainbow Lorikeet
Interview Setting: Interview conducted outside kitchen window at 3:00 pm on Thursday afternoon.
(Start of Interview)
Interviewer: So I suppose you have some fairly interesting stories to tell as the resident parrot at Chez Poinker over the last five years Farfel?
Interviewee: Oh for f#ck’s sake! Let’s get this straight first… I’m not a parrot you stupid b#tch! I’m a lorikeet which is a completely different f#ckin thing!
Interviewer: (Startled) My apologies… I thought it was the same thing.
Interviewee: Yeah… well you should have done some f#ckin research shouldn’t ya?
Interviewer: Right… (swallowing nervously), Farfel would you like to talk about your interactions with the kids in the house?
Interviewee: You mean F#ckin D#ckhead, Lame W#nker and Smelly Little B#tchface?
Interviewer: (Choking on my own saliva) Farfel! I’m sorry but could you tone down your language please? Why are you calling the kids those horrible names?
Interviewer: (Choking on my own saliva) Farfel! I’m sorry but could you tone down your language please? Why are you calling the kids those horrible names?
Interviewee: What do you mean? That’s what they call each other isn’t it? (yelling) Dinner!
Interviewer: Well… their names are actually Hagar, Padraic and Lulu.
Interviewee: Is that a fact? Well, who f#ckin knew…? (yelling) Dinner!
Interviewer: Well… their names are actually Hagar, Padraic and Lulu.
Interviewee: Is that a fact? Well, who f#ckin knew…? (yelling) Dinner!
Interviewer: Farfel, may I ask why you keep yelling out ‘Dinner!’?
Interviewee: Because at 7 o’clock every night I hear you screaming it out at the top of your lungs about twenty times in a row you dumb a#se. I can’t get it out of my f#ckin head.
Interviewer: Farfel I can’t help but comment that your language is a little vulgar. Could you explain this anomaly?
Interviewee: Listen you f#ckin sook! I learnt it from your a#sehole brats so don’t blame me. I’m in a sh#t box of a cage right outside the frickin kitchen window and it’s all I f#ckin hear all day. They swear like bloody sailors. (yelling) Dinner!
Interviewer: Okaaaaay… Let’s tackle another question. What are some memorable incidents you might like to relate to the readers?
Interviewee: Well I suppose there was that time when ‘Nerdy B#stard’ came over for dinner…
Interviewer: You must mean Thaddeus?
Interviewee: Yeah, the one that goes to f#ckin university. Well him and ‘Lame W#nker’ got in a massive fight and ‘Nerdy Bastard’ chucked a full plate of Spaghetti Bolognese at him. That was entertaining! (He chuckles at the memory.)
Interviewer: Do you remember what happened after that?
Interviewee: Are you fr#ggin senile Pinky? You remember what happened don’t you? You came storming down the bloody stairs like a she-devil, smacked the b#stards over the head with a tea towel, screamed at them to clean it up and ran upstairs and cried on your f#ckin bed. (yelling) Dinner!
Interviewer: Hmmm… that is true. What happened after that?
Interviewee: From memory you spent the next six weeks finding bits of spaghetti all over the kitchen. I remember hearing you bitterly muttering things like,
“What… not in the damn toaster as well?” and “Will I ever stop finding freaking spaghetti in the cutlery drawer?”
“What… not in the damn toaster as well?” and “Will I ever stop finding freaking spaghetti in the cutlery drawer?”
Interviewer: That’s very accurate, Farfel. You know… I’m feeling a bit stressed out by this interview and think it’s probably time we finished it off. Do you have any final words to impart?
Interviewee: Yeah. I don’t want to be a f#ckin dobber but you need to know a few things… ‘F#ckin D#ckhead’ drinks the milk straight out of the bottle, ‘Lame W#nker’ allowed his friends to stub out their cigarettes in your Nativity Scene at Christmas and ‘Smelly Little B#tchface’ chucks her broccoli down the garbage disposal every night when you’re not looking.
Interviewer: That’s very interesting. Thanks for your time and your enlightening information, Farfel.
Interviewee: You’re welcome. (yelling) Dinner!
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