Another Friday nite spent doing my homework. The only highlight of my evening was playing with my monkey:
Bungee monkey does the dew.
This whacked out chimp has elastic arms that can fire the primate over 30 feet. But, our apartment isn’t that long, so we just shoot the monkey into the wall most of the time. But, I think the monkey has seen it’s last day.
Let me explain: we’ve developed a sick game around here. See, the monkey makes a wild jungle ape sound when it hits something, so if it hits the wall and then the ground it screams two times. Well, the game we play involves trying to get the monkey to scream the most times.
Anyway, I was working on a five-screamer (for a new apartment record). I skipped bungee monkey off of the cabinets, into the ceiling, off of a double corner wall, and I was well on my way when the monkey stopped screaming. It was weird. We stopped laughing, and I swear this is exactly how the monkey landed:
Needless to say, life hasn’t been the same since the monkey stopped screaming. He only makes retard jungle sounds now: mostly slurring his words and not completing sentences. I have to balance his checkbook now too.
I think he has severe head damage. I’m hoping he’ll still be able to function in life. Maybe he’ll get a real job at Taco Bell or as a pro wrestler.