Hi. My name is the Dysfunctional Parrot.
Dysfunctional Parrot? Is he a fitness reviewer, author, or just some sociopathic feathered mutant? The truth as expected, will haunt your every walking moment.
Once upon a time there was a lineolated parakeet named Toby who had this thing for slippers. And by “thing”, I mean she liked to satisfy the wild animal within by passionately mounting it while listening to Barry White.
From prophetic lips come the infamous words, “dysfunctional parrot”. Thus the inspiration for the next wave of internet awesomeness was inspired by both a horny bird unable to quench the fires of passion within, and the inability to decide on a better domain name at the early hours of the morning.
The man behind the name is a chap named John Paul Parrot. John is a disgruntled Systems Analyst who works in a padded box and has little to no social contact for roughly eight hours a day. His chair is also a little too close to the twenty year old microwave. As you can well imagine, this has had certain side effects.
But this place…DysfunctionalParrot.com…is where a curious part of this brain hangs out. It’s reviews, and fitness all from the perspective of an otherwise rational man who is kind of trying to deal with the sudden mutation in his life.