The strange one that wears camoflage pants and hangs out around otherwise happy or peaceful people barking at them all day.
Not even Santa Claus or the parrot lady caught a break this Christmas, they both got dragged from the public square and arrested.
The kind of person that thinks other people will think she is funny or likeable even after having her husband killed (though she didn't have the balls to do it herself) by placing a parrot on her shoulder.
The parrot lady was the worst kind of weak person, the kind that would have somebody killed to prove she wasn't a weak person. That's worse than stabbing somebody numerous times like Ezra McCanless did to prove she wasn't a weak person, though any weak person that would kill to prove that he/she wasn't a weak person is the worst kind of weak person. If only the weak males didn't get most of the spotlight, the rest of us could give credit to all weak people equally instead of just half, once the rest of us no longer feel too intimidated by females to say the bad things about them that they would be quick to say about males to insult or disrespect them.
A happy, active, outgoing, fun, exciting soul on the surface and a grouch that would try to walk over anybody she thought of as being in her way beneath the surface.
Patrizia Reggiani, the parrot lady, was only a happy free spirit when everyone was looking, but nobody was really watching. It's the shallow manipulators you watch though, they are the real grouches and cynics beneath the surface.
A abnormal rain that happens in Kepong but not in Desa Parkcity.
It's raining cat and lady again!
A classy woman with expensive designer clothes and handbags.
Look at her with that Louis Vuitton, she's a legal lady.
The female body's response to anything Hanson related, especially current photos of the brothers.
DAMN! Look at Taylor in that photo, he gives me the lady sweats something fierce.
It involves shaving cream and duct tape.
I went to La Margarita and asked for a “Lady Portugal”.