> I like monkeys.
> The pet store sold them for five cents each.
> I found it strange, since each one costs a few thousand dollars.
> I decided not to look at the tooth on a gift horse.
> Buy 200.
> I like monkeys.
> Take my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car.
> Let a monkey drive. I put Sigmund. I was late.
> In fact, none was smart, really.
> They hit each other on the genitals. Laugh
> They hit me on the genitals. Stop laughing
> Take them to my room. They did not adapt very well to their new environment.
> They screamed, jumped from the sofa at high speeds, and crashed against the wall.
> Although funny at first it was fun, the show lost its grace at the third hour.
> Two hours later, I saw why the monkeys were so cheap: they all died, for no apparent reason.
> All more or less fell dead. As if you had bought a fish that dies five hours after having bought it.
> Damn cheap monkeys.
> I did not know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys for my entire room. On my bed, the furniture, hanging from the bookcase.
> It looked like he had 200 rugs.
> Try lowering one down the toilet. I did not work. It got stuck
> I had a wet dead monkey, and 199 dry dead monkeys
> I pretended they were stuffed animals. It worked for a moment, but they began to decompose.
> Olia very badly.
> I had to pee, but there was a dead monkey stuck in the toilet, and I did not want to call the plumber. I was ashamed.
> Try to encourage decomposition by freezing them.
I like monkeys
> Unfortunately there was only room for two monkeys in my freezer, so I had to change them every 30 seconds.
> I also had to eat all the food so it would not rot.
> Try to burn them, but I did not know that my bed was flammable.
> I had to put out the fire.
> I had a wet dead monkey, two dead monkeys frozen in my freezer, and 197 dead burned monkeys piled on my bed.
> The smell did not improve.
> I was upset by my disability to get rid of my monkeys and use the bathroom.
> I severely beat one of my monkeys.
> I felt better.
> Try throwing them away.
> The garbage man told me that the city was not allowed to get rid of charred primates.
> I told him I had a wet one.
> He told me that I could not take it either.
> Do not bother telling me about the frozen ones.
> Finally find the solution.
> I gave them to my friends as Christmas gifts.
> My friends did not know what to say.
> They pretended that they liked them, but I knew they were lying. 4
> I hit them on the genitals.
> I do not like monkeys anymore.
I'm going to red my daughter this story at bedtime.
Almost amazing. 7/10.
Sometimes I remember why I lose this place
Ah, there's nothing like a good monkey storey
> I had a wet dead monkey, two dead monkeys frozen in my freezer, and 197 dead burned monkeys piled on my bed.
> The smell did not improve.
I lold
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Oo-oo, ee-ee, ah-ah, please pass me a banana
And if the 200 monkeys stayed alive, would that improve the smell?
Im helping
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5 cents is too much for a pet nigger
Fucking Chinks! I bet he ate that monkey too
chim chim gives amazing paw jobs btw