Poor Little Donny's parents wouldn't let him bring monkeys to the house, so how can he ever really be happy? He never got to cuddle up on the couch with an orangutan watching Leave it to Beaver reruns all day and drinking YooHoos until their tummies ached. He never had a chance to teach a gorilla to type. He never had to apologize to the neighbors for one of those naughty chimpanzee messes, and now he'll probably never be able to survive a surprise attack by bonobos. I wish Don's parents had understood the importance of primate-boy bonding.
Oh hey, Anonymous! Here's your hot monkey action!
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
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Oh, yeah...can't type...using both hands now....aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh..
Who needs a a Yoo-Hoo?.
It looks like I need a Ho Ho.
Yeah, that's pretty good proof that you hang out with primates now.
pppfffftt...fkin bipeds.
I saw Anonymous at the coffee shop where everyone kept asking her "How did it go?" like it's their business all of a sudden. Clearly IT WENT FINE once we got the hot monkey love going.
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