are sitting talking in a pub
One of them asks his two friends a question:
"If your girlfriend was a kind of bird, what would she be?"
"That's easy," replies the first, "she'd be a Peacock because she's proud and beautiful and enjoys strutting around and attracting attention."
"I know what kind of bird my girlfriend would be," says the second; "she'd be a Dove, because she is pure, virginal and peaceful."
"What about you," they ask their friend - "what sort of bird would your girlfriend be?"
"Well, she'd be a Thrush - 'cause she's an irritable cunt."