It seems a sailor had a parrot that was forever saying,"How's your arse?" Every time he talked, he would say "How's your arse?" The sailor tells the parrot that he was tired of hearing "how's your arse," and for him to never again say, "how's your arse" again.

About that time a submarine torpedoes the ship and the sailor and the parrot are clinging to a piece of driftwood. The parrot looks at the sailor and says, "How's your arse?"

Disgusted by the day's events, the sailor yells at the bird, "Aw, shut up."

The parrot replies, "Mine, too! Must be all the salt water!"