Apparently not. I was in a staff meeting yesterday when the dept. director told us that if we needed any resources to just ask. I, naturally, requested monkey butlers. Nobody got it. The director made an airplane sound and passed his hand over his head.
Butlers are supposed to be discreet and personable, and the Ivor Spencer International School for Butlers requires trainees to have a “fair standard of education… plus two excellent references. Re languages - English must be spoken and understood”.
Throwing their shit at callers to the house and pulling their lower lips over their eyebrows seem to be skills surplus to requirements.
Surely a more pressing question is “why are baboons’ arses so red?”
Where are you procurring services from? Everyone knows that Simian Services® offers only the best there is to be had. No poo flinging here.
Why the mere thought of it makes me want to faint, picturing my beloved Roderick the Baboon flinging feces.
Are Baboon’s butt’s red?! I have never had a desire to stare upon a baboon’s bottom.
If you had an infinite number of primates, it wouldn’t really matter which kind they were, and you could do ANYTHING! And since it would cost an infinite amount of money anyway, you could get the most expensive kind (just check the “bill me later” box).
Similar to Johnny L.A.'s story, I used to propose the use of an infinite number of monkeys to solve various problems at my place of employment, and got a very similar reaction.
