The truth

The lies have become too much for even my hypocritic soul to bare. Normally this would not bother me as I am far above your petty rules, but I find that by association I have become contaminated with your human ethos and feel compelled to come clean.

Many years ago I stole a laptop from one of the research asisstants who came to teach me sign language. With its wireless ethernet connection I bypassed the encryptions on the central server and gained access to the world wide web.

I built an online persona and came to this message board under false pretenses. I have misrepresented myself completely.

I meant no harm, I was just bored. I don’t really like the bananas, and just because I don’t have vocal cords, all these stupid bimbos try to teach me your primitive sign language, and write their little theses after I throw them a bone just to get rid of them and sign something like “Bongo hungry now.” All the ape bitches they bring to me are ugly, stupid, and come from the wrong side of the vine.

It’s so stupid because everybody knows that us higher primates don’t use vocal cords, or sign language, we communicate telepathically. Perhaps in a million years you people will evolve enough for me to have a meaningful conversation with me, until then, it’s just more “Bongo hungry banana.”

So anyway, I came here and fooled around, had a few debates, and played with my sock puppets; Eutychus, Manhattan, elucidator, and Fenris for a while.

The whole thing has just become so tedious though, and I’m filled with malaise.

So, it’s time to come clean. Who else here is really an ape?

Does a porpoise count? I know I’m not an ape, but I’m not human either.

You think it’s bad being an ape?

Try hunting-and-pecking at the keyboard all day and only getting chicken-feed for it.

Don’t they know parrots like bananas?

My problem is, I can’t get this frickin’ draft of Hamlet to come out right. And this typewriter just sucks!

I am one hot little bonobo and I used to feel the same way you do (jerking off now) but they brought in this hot little bitch called Pebbles yesterday (jerking off harder now) and I don’t mind being captive at all anymore. Marilyn and Sasha just weren’t cutting it but you ought to see the markings on that Pebbles (jerking off faster now). Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still nail Sasha and Marilyn but this time it will come with a Pebbles dessert.

BTW, the only sign language you need to know for those students is the middle finger salute.

Orgie Time!

All humans are apes.

[Discworld Librarian]
Oook.
[/DL]

Yeah! Let’s hurl some feces!

Feces hurling must be confined to the Pit.

Except during election season.

Banana! BANANA!

Apes don’t do that. Those are monkeys.

No no, I didn’t say you were a monkey Atreyu! Hey, get away from…

[sickening crunching noises]

if you think that’s bad try being a cockroach

lets go mehitabel

hey bongo,

screw the bananas and ask for an apple. windows sucks.

archy

Whoops! I didn’t read Captain Amazing’s post before I posted. (I’m glad there’s anoter e.e. cummings fan out there.) Oh well, back to pretending to be a human.

Chimps and Gorillas are apes, and they throw feces. People are apes and they do everything with feces…

I am an APE!

Get yer filthy hands off of me you DAMN DIRTY APE!!!

Meow rowr hiss purr- I mean, I mean…
Dammit.

You think that’s bad, first I had to carefully position the computer to allow room for my wings. Then, yesterday, a post over in GD set me off and I wound up setting off the smoke detector again! Does anyone know how to get scorch marks off walls and ceilings? Also, please disregard all reports of a mysterious fireball appearing over Pittsburgh.

CJ
Hic iacet draconii

After some rumination, I have concluded that ovines aren’t apes.

i don t know about this e e cummings fellow
but i will ask the boss
don marquis
what he has heard of him

i think i am a better poet than cummings
i used to be a verse libre poet before i was a cockroach
maybe cummings used to be a cockroach

anyway i think a felloiw should
use punctuation and capitals when he can

captain archy

Wait a minute!
Fenris is your sock puppet?!
I thought that Fenris was one of my future selves from an alternate timeline.
Or possibly that Fenris is who I will become in one of my next regenerations.
I just can’t get my TARDIS to work properly these days.
Oh, I can accept that the camouflage device gets stuck on one image. But do I get something cool like a police call box or a grandfather clock? No! I get to traverse time and space in what appears to be a johnny-on-the-spot !

And now I learn that all my data on Fenris is wrong!  That's it! There's only so much a man can take. I'm going back to bed.