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>>>> i got this in the mail from a friend. . . im not quite sure if
>>>there's a point to it but its hilarious...
>>
>>>> I like monkeys.
>>>>
>>>> The pet store was selling them for five cents apiece.
>>>>
>>>> I thought this was odd since
>>>> they are normally a couple thousand apiece.
>>>>
>>>> I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I bought 200 of
>>>them.
>>>>
>>>> I like monkeys.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> I took my 200 monkeys home.
>>>
>>>> I have a big car.
>>>>
>>>> I let one of them drive.
>>>
>>>> His name was Sigmund.
>>>>
>>>> He was retarded.
>>>>
>>>> In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching
>>>themselves in
>>>> the genitals.
>>>>
>>>> I laughed.
>>>>
>>>> They punched me in the genitals.
>>>>
>>>> I stopped laughing.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> When I got home, I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very
>>>well to
>>>> their new environment. They would screech and hurl themselves off
>>>the couch
>>>> at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first,
>>>the
>>>> spectacle lost its 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 sort of dropped dead.
>>>> Kinda like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.
>>>>
>>>> God 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 one hundred ninety-nine dead,
>>>dry
>>>monkeys.
>>>>
>>>> I tried to pretend that they were just stuffed animals.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> That worked for awhile, that is, until they began to decompose.
>>>>
>>>> It started to smell real bad.
>>>>
>>>> I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in my toilet and
>>>> I didn't want to call a plumber.
>>>>
>>>> I was embarrassed.
>>>>
>>>> I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.
>>>
>>>> Unfortuantely there was only enough room for two at a time, so I had
>>>to change them every 30 seconds.
>>>
>>> I also had to eat allthe food in the freezer so it didn't go bad.
>>>>
>>>> I tried to burn them, but little did I know that 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 one hundred ninety-seven dead, charred
>>>monkeys
>>>in a pile on my bed, and the odor wasn't improving.
>>>>
>>>> I became agitated at my inability to dispose of the dead monkeys
>>and
>>>I really had to use the bathroom.
>>>>
>>>> So I went and severely beat one of the monkeys.
>>>>
>>>> I felt better.
>>>>
>>>> I tried throwing them away, but the garbage man said the city
>>>> was not allowed to dispose of charred primates.
>>>>
>>>> I told him I had a wet one.
>>>>
>>>> He couldn't take it 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 quite know what to say.
>>>>
>>>> They pretended to like them, but I could tell they were lying.
>>>>
>>>> Ingrates.
>>>>
>>>> So I punched them in the genitals.
>>>>
>>>> God, I like monkeys.