Monkey shines
Sometimes you never know where a Monkey Playing Cymbals is going to turn up. It's pretty enlightening, isn't it?
Muses of a Monkey Playing Cymbals
Welcome to the home of the monkey playing cymbals. This is where I (the monkey) finally get to express how I really feel about how I and other monkeys get a bum wrap in the media.
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MONKEY PLAYING CYMBALSSEATTLE, WASHINGTON
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Previous Posts
- The unknown monkey
- Monkey Haiku
- Monkey see, Monkey do...
- Go hawks
- There, but for the grace of Hanuman, go I
- For unto you is born a Monkey Playing Cymbals
- I don't think it is funny
- I like Santa hats
- Monkey with Cymbals Print by Janet Kruskamp at Art.com
- Monkeybrained
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I thought you looked familiar. You're that guy who kept sneaking into the girls dorm and hiding in the showers. Are you still on parole?
So you admit you lived in a girls dorm?
Well played, monkey. Nicely turned. You've won this battle but you've made a powerful enemy today.
Not really, I just always wanted to say that. I would never become enemies with anyone who thought that flinging feces was an acceptable form of conflict resolution.
But hey, that's just me.
It is all relative my homo sapien friend. Some fling feces and some catch it.
I tried to post a comment on this entry days ago. Blogger was acting up and I was unsuccessful time and again. However, my thoughts were brilliant. They were as follows:
"Haaaaaa haaaaa heeeee heeeee ohhhhhhhh maaaaan, haaaaaa haaaaaa"
I have one question however. Which one is the monkey?
That's all I need. Another human flinging feces.
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