Monday Monkey Post: A Very Monkey MMP

Sadly I’ve little experience with monkeys either. In fact, the sum total was hanging out at an Anchorage establishment called Darwin’s Retreat who’s logo featured a monkey sitting on an encyclopedia and studying a human skull, pondering no doubt our strange lack of brow. With the catchphrase “A smart monkey doesn’t monkey with another monkey’s monkey” it’s obvious they were quite capable of higher learning.

That monkey with a stick photo was amusing. I couldn’t decide if he was trying to protect the other monkey or make off with a nifty leisure suit.

Damned little monkey experience here, too. A kid I went to school with had a big brother with a pet spider monkey. His dad was career military, or diplomatic corps, or some such, and they had traveled all over the world. Somewhere they got the monkey, and brought it home to Michigan. This was back in the 60’s, when you could bring things like that through customs. Try carrying a live monkey through customs now, and you’ll have to grease someone’s palm with a lot of bananas. Of course, if you tried to come through customs with a Monkee then, you’d have to deal with tons of screaming teeny-bopper girls, so maybe the spider monkey was a better deal.

Ya wants another monkey story? It’s the only other one I got. Hokay… we were in a zoo somewhere when I was a teenager, and there was a monkey in a cage. Remember when you could buy bubble gum in a little cloth bag? It looked like gold nuggets. I had me some, and I held it up by the cage. Why? I dunno… I was a teenage boy then. My brain hadn’t grown in yet - wouldn’t for a good 10 years or so. Any way, that monkey ignored my little bag of gum completely, until I was close enough. Then a little hairy arm shot out, snagged my gum, and disappeared faster than you could say, “W…”? Monkeys is fast! And monkeys won’t give back your gum, either. I got my revenge by imagining him trying to blow a bubble, and getting sticky gum all over his whiskers. That’ll show the gum-grabbing little goomer!

I was using “monkey” as a generic term for any primate because as you said “monkey” is more fun to say. In some other thread, I commented that I knew the subject was actually a chimp so don’t correct me for calling it a monkey. So someone corrected me anyway and stated that it was perfectly okay to use monkey as a generic term for any primate.

Ugh, that was the monkey and frog thread! I thought I had finally blocked that from my mind.

Oddly relevant to today’s OP and the MMP in general

From the article:

They pelted him with fruit? If the baboons had been in a car it would have been a drive-by fruiting.

Terrific OP!!! Even though I had fair warning I have little to add. One is my favorite bumper sticker that shows a platypus humping a monkey and says “Hey Uncle Darwin!” and the other is that I once told the father of an unruly child “Control your monkey or I’m calling the zoo”.

WOOHOO!!!
The various Trunk Monkey mentions reminds me ------ a friend called his son his Truck Monkey because the boy always got the inside job of packing and unpacking for camping trips. Our first trip to Indy we saw one of the Trunk Monkey dealerships and got the lad all kinds of gifts and shirts and stuff with the monkey on them. Just in case it was him moon-lighting. :stuck_out_tongue:

I love monkeys, and apes. I recently learned that monkeys have tails and apes don’t. So chimps really are apes but I still think of them as monkeys. My nephew doesn’t like monkeys (or apes). He said (and I quote) “I find monkeys disturbing.” Needless to say I gave him quite a few monkey birthday cards. A few years back I had nothing to do on a Saturday so I made a sock monkey for myself. He is the cutest thing and I named him Sockmonkey Underpants. He lives with little sockmonkey Carl, and a stuffed moose named Monty.

The commerical with the trunk monkey offering the cop a donut, then a handful of money, is all sorts of awesome.

Monkeys!!!

Hi guys!

I just put in a request for Friday off, so I’m gonna have four days off this weekend! w00t!

(Our server is going to be down for maintenance anyway.)

C’mon, Firday…

Mike was my favorite Monkee, too.

I never had any imaginary friends, but there was a time in my young life when I would sometimes pretend that I was talking to Ponch and Jon (from CHiPs). I wound up having a crush on Jon, but wasn’t pretending to talk to him anymore by then. grin

I went to a piano bar with a friend on Saturday night, and sent the pianist on a trip down memory lane when I asked to sing “The Little Blue Man” (an old novelty song first recorded by Betty Johnson). I think I’ll add that one to my repertoire, and will get the sound guy (who is the pianist’s son) to be the “little blue man” for me in future. :slight_smile: There were a lot of singers that night, so I only got to do two other songs: I picked “Night in Tunisia” and “Never Will I Marry.” It was a lot of fun, and it was nice to sing publically for the first time in three weeks. I might go to another piano bar this Friday (same pianist, different location), but lately I’m wishing that my vocal workshop was starting again sooner than 9/23!

Yesterday I didn’t do much in the morning, but in the afternoon I vacuumed 2/3 of the house, went to the grocery store, and took Bailey to the dog park. None of the other regulars were there, and it was kind of hot, but I found a shady spot where there was just enough of a breeze to be pleasant and I talked a little with a couple of the other dog owners. We stayed for about 45 minutes.

Last night I watched two really good documentaries via Netflix streaming: Tales from the Script, wherein several Hollywood screenwriters discuss their experiences, and The Butch Factor (totally SFW), about definitions of masculinity among gay men. Both were compelling and informative/thought-provoking. Good stuff.

This should be a pretty good, if quiet, week for me. My boss is having a birthday/farewell party on Saturday (she’s turning 40, and will be going to Djibouti for a year at the end of next month), but I’m not sure yet if I’ll go to it. We’re not very close, and I kind of dread events with a lot of co-workers where I’ll have to pretend to be glad to be there. Plus the location is kind of a pain in the butt to get to. The good thing is that if I don’t go, there can’t really be any social/political repercussions because she’s leaving. :wink: Right now I’m telling everyone that I’ll be there, but I may back out Saturday morning (I think I feel a cold coming on… cough).

What no monkey jokes!

Where should a monkey go when he loses his tail?

To a retailer!

Why don’t monkeys play cards in the jungle?

Too many cheetahs running around!

Thank You! I’ll be here all week. Try the waitstaff and don’t forget to tip the veal.

Hey, no cow-tipping allowed, Swampy. This is a monkey MMP!!

I need to go home and play Monkey Island. Where’s Guybrush Threepwood when you need him?

I called my friend today and sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to her… Except her birthday isn’t until Wednesday. Woops!!! :smack:

She said, ‘Oh, you’re calling me early, huh,’ and I said, ‘Yes, it’s the birthday season.’ :rolleyes::stuck_out_tongue:

[Peter Sellers]
It’s minkey!
[/Peter Sellers]

Of course! Everyone needs a birthday season! Why limit it to just one day? :smiley:

Monkeys!!!

True fact: When we bought our house five years ago, my wife, scoffing at my decorative tastes, said I get only one room in the house to decorate and decreed it would be the downstairs washroom, aka:the powder room.

It’s done in MONKEY!!! Pictures, posters, statues, a monkey-with-an-erection shot glass, Curious George books, clocks… Last count I had 37 monkeys in the room.
Also, an announcement: It’s Cuervo’s Birthday!!!

Obligatory pictures.

First day

His first date

A King and his castle

:mad:

Happy Birthday Cuervo! I couldn’t see the pics though.

I visited JDD’s Brother a little bit ago. He’s in good spirits especially for someone who will shortly undergo a combo of chemo and radiation. The good news is the doctor feels the cancer was discovered soon enough to treat it. The bad news is all the chemo and radiation therapy. So, good thoughts and prayers would still be very much appreciated. He likes that all my “imaginary internet friends” (though some of you I’ve seen and/or talked to) are thinkin’ about him. :smiley:

Just remember:

Someday monkey won’t play piano song, play piano song.

OK, you alleged Monkees fans, let’s get this straight. It’s Micky Dolenz- no e before the y. I want you to write it 100 times and promise never to spell it wrong again. And anyway, Micky was *my *boyfriend, so you can’t have him. :stuck_out_tongue:

Otherwise, very spiffy OP - ya done good! :smiley:

Home - I worked an hour over today. Sketties for supper. Gotta feed the canines now.