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sorry for that folks, you may safely return to the self stocking fridge, and go on about daily life now...
Content monkey takes a break to get down...
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sorry for that folks, you may safely return to the self stocking fridge, and go on about daily life now...
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- '07 Mazda3, True red
no, no member expieriences in here!...sorry for the fragmented skull enry, i'll send some flunkies to mop it up.
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since you've already got the bucket...
sorry again enry, but enough time in front of the computer+ not enough bathroom breaks= little accident, sry kooldino...make sure you grab some gloves.
Kooldino said:
this one could come in handy...
Monkey lovin' had me a blast
Monkey lovin' happened so fast
I met chimp crazy for me
Met an ape cute as can be
Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more
Were you his avatar?
Tell me more, tell me more
Does he have a hot car?
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- '07 Mazda3, True red
ok, sorry, but this has gotten out of hand ...my bad for it, its all my fault.
i shall now return to the code writing...have a nice day.
i shall now return to the code writing...have a nice day.
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enry
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I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that was odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost it's novelty halfway into it's third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: They all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys!
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every thirty seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of the monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they liked them but I could tell that they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in their genitals.
I like monkeys!
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I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that was odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost it's novelty halfway into it's third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: They all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys!
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every thirty seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of the monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they liked them but I could tell that they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in their genitals.
I like monkeys!
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Mazdaspeedgirl
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Ha haaaa!! Pulp Fiction!!enry said:I don't want to be on brain detail. Kooldino, you pick up all the little pieces of brain and skull from the back of the car, okay?
