Marla & Sylvia

“You shouldn’t be doing such a thing,” Marla Reno told her friend Sylvia, “It might be an abomination before God.” The two middle-aged friends were sitting in Sylvia Blastivo’s breakfast room sharing a Danish and drinking cups of Oolong tea.
Sylvia snorted, “Fie, God doesn’t know from doll clothes. There is no harm, Mar, and Petey likes it.” She turned and looked at Petey, who was atop his cage by the window. “You like it, don’t you Petey, my sweetie boy?”
“Brrrr, gak, gak,” Petey responded, his head moving like a Fourth Street hooker going down on a sailor.
“It’s just so unnatural; if God had wanted animals to have clothes, he would have taught them how to sew.”
“It’s not really animals wearing clothes that bothers you, is it Mar? What chaps your ass is that Petey likes to dress up in girl clothes. You think he’s gay, don’t you?”
“Well Jesus, Syl, look at him all tarted up in that Barbie Doll outfit. Look at all the colors in his hair. That bird is definitely a homo.”
“He’s not a homo; he’s a fucking cross-dressing cockatiel. Of course his head is colorful, he’s an exotic bird you crone. Christ Marla, you really amaze me sometimes with your idiotic prejudices.”
“Well excuse me for living, I was just trying to help save that bird’s soul. By the way Syl, that cover makes your toaster look like a lesbian.”