Sorry for the double post.
I feel like a baboon’s butt…
You’re in luck. That suitcase got through. Meet me behind the dumpster at the Main Street Kwik-e-Mart and bring cash.
When I was a wee lad, I told my pa I wanted to play the buffoon. “No, wait. I mean the baboon.”
“You mean a bassoon, son. Well, your hands are too small to play a bassoon. How about an oboe?”
“What?! You want me to play a tramp? You told me to stay away from those guys!”
“Son, it’s time to wash up for dinner. We’ll talk about this later.”
I never brought it up again. I wish I had. I could have traded it. Just yesterday, in the newspaper, an ad offered a used Honda Civet. “$4700 or OBOE” Drat.
Boy howdy, baboon nose on a Ritz. Goooood cracker!
Maybe Ted the Food Guy on GEFTSG should encorporate this into one of his “easy” food preps. “Just take the baboon nose, preferably the nostrils, put them on a piece of flat bread, a little fennel on top, and voila - a perfectly elegant snack!”
My baboon has no nose!
How does he smell?
I can’t do it…I just can’t…
Now at last we can expand our “see/hear/speak no evil” franchise to a fourth monkey.
I ordered <i>three</> thousand <i>balloon!</i> noses! Damn that Geoffrey Giraffe!
In the category of “Funniest Smiley-Only Post,” the winner is … Bad News Baboon.
Yeah, but they better have been liscensed to pick baboon noses. Does Nigeria have a Department of Natural Resources? Hrm…