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I can’t stop looking at the title of this thread. Reptile, do you really carry in case someone has a pet monkey that gets out of hand at Home Depot?
Maybe the monkey could tell the difference between too and to....IQ was to high...
Hey folks, I figured out why Reptile carries for his monkey phobia. Seems he's been having nightmares since seeing this movie:
If one ever gets out of line near me I will end it's life without hesitation. They are wild animals and can get nasty. F those damn dirty apes.
Maybe the monkey could tell the difference between too and to.
Two shay.
Comic Book Resources has a fantastic first-hand account of ordering a live miniature monkey from a comic book advertisment.
Jeff Tuthill ordered one for about $25 in the early 1970s. Not wanting his parents to know, he had it shipped to his friend's house:
It came in this little cardboard box. I mean, I’m saying small. It was probably the size of a shoebox, except it was higher. It had a little chicken wire screen window in it. There was a cut out. All you could see if you looked in there was his face. I brought it home, and I actually snuck it into the basement of the house.
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No instructions [were included]. He had this waist belt on, a collar, if you will, on his waist, with an unattached leash inside the box. So I opened the box up inside the cage, the monkey jumped out, I withdrew the box and found the leash. I have no idea where it came from; I assumed it came from Florida. I figured, well, it’s probably near dehydration, so I opened up the cage to put some water in it. It leapt out of the cage when I opened it up the second time! I mean, it was eyeing the pipes that I was unaware of. As soon as I opened the cage, it leapt up and grabbed onto the plumbing up on the ceiling and started using them like monkey bars, and he was just shooting along in the basement, chirping pretty loud. It was heading towards the finished side of the basement, where there was a drop ceiling, and if it got into those channels, I never would have got it. It would have been days to get this thing out of there. I grabbed it by its tail, and it came down on, starting literally up by my shoulder, like a drill press it landed on my arm, and every bite was breaking flesh. It was literally like an unsewing machine. It was literally unsewing my arm coming down, and I was pouring blood. I grabbed it by its neck with both my wrists, threw it back in the cage. It’s screaming like a scalded cat. I’m pouring blood. My friend’s laughing uncontrollably, and my father finally comes in the basement door and goes, ‘Jeffery! What are you doing to that rabbit?’ And I go, ‘It’s not a rabbit, it’s a monkey, and it just bit the hell out of me.’ ‘A monkey? Bring it up here!’ I’m pouring, I wrapped a t-shirt around my arm to stave off the bleeding, carried the cage upstairs, and I don’t know why I bothered sneaking it in, because they fell in love with it, and it was like, there was no problem at all. They took me to the emergency room and I got 28 stitches on my arm.
Left red marks on the shoulder and back. Sounds pretty vicious. Now the cashier is gonna need a support monkey! where will it end ?
He does.If Obama had a ----, nah that's racist lol.
"Hello anal dwelling butt monkey."
If one ever gets out of line near me I will end it's life without hesitation. They are wild animals and can get nasty. F those damn dirty apes.
... Now the cashier is gonna need a supportmonkeyhoney badger! where will it end ?
Sometime back in the mid 60's we went on a family outing to some shit zoo (this was back when the animals were kept in cages that were more like Turkish prison cells).
We stopped by one cage that had a couple of spider monkeys or gibbons with nothing but a tree branch, a swing and a couple of shelves to hang out on.
I can’t stop looking at the title of this thread. Reptile, do you really carry in case someone has a pet monkey that gets out of hand at Home Depot?
Hey folks, I figured out why Reptile carries for his monkey phobia. Seems he's been having nightmares since seeing this movie:
I'm picturing him drawing while standing in the checkout line at Home Depot and trying to shoot a 15lb monkey off a cashier's face.
Sure, the stick would be plenty fun...Would a gun be that satisfying for dispatching monkeys?
Late last year during a work trip I had a little time to see the Khaneri Caves complex. It's a series of carved monuments and caves that were completed by Buddhist monks throughout ~1st century BC and 9th century AD. Cool place.
However, the area is full of these little bastards and they like to assault tourists when left to their own devices. Think panhandler that traded in his squeegee for teeth and claws.
My coworker and I made friends with one of the security guards, who made a great unofficial guide.
Though the stick made a nice pointer to highlight the cultural treasures he was proud to share, its main purpose is as a 'monkey whacker'. It was pretty funny to see how those little bastards gave him and his stick the stink eye as they kept their distance.
Now... Wouldn't a stick just be much more fun?
Sir, you may murder me, but please, do not murder my language. It is spelled TOUCHE, which is the first form of the verb toucher, which means "to touch". Touche (I am missing the accent aigu on the e, sorry) means "touched", and is in this context meant as the referee comand in fencing, which separates the opponents after one landed a hit.Two shay.