Jif, my love...
Martin and Michele have a friend named Jif. I really, really like him. Now, I love Michele and Martin dearly, and I couldnt' live without them but...this is different. when Jif comes around, my parrot heart skips a beat. And he totally doesn't mind if I jump up on his lap, which I do whenever he comes over. Oh Jif...visit me more often!
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Humph, I cant believe how much I feel for you, I've never wanted anything so green. When I go back to New Zealand, those floozy Kakapos and Keas will never look the same. I'll never forget the "beak-beaks" we shared....
Jif
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