I'm at damashita's house. I took a nap in the guest room this morning and awoke to hear one of the birds say something quite wrong. I heard, "here kitty, kitty, kitty ..." and then a maniacal cackle. A sadistic Quaker parrot.
And I shouldn't like this as much as I do. I think this should be reserved for a girls' night out:
Anthony Stewart Head in leather and Sarah Brightman singing, Terrance looks tasty, and oh yes, scalpels. Yum.