The other day, while listening to the radio I heard Julie Zickefoose say that her favorite spring bird was the woodcock.
Ha. She said woodcock.
But then she kept on going about how much she loves to see a “darling little woodcock” and how she trys “not to giggle as it struts about” and a far too many other sexual innuendos to name here. I kept listening hoping she would say whether or if she enjoys stroking a good woodcock.
She never did. Take a listen yourself to the audio clip and tell me it’s not downright hilarious and disgusting how luridly she describes the “woodcock.”
(Skip ahead to the 1:10 mark)