Thank you for the monkey peeing in his mouth video.
I am going to have gag reflex dreams for the next two weeks.
Don’t worry I will share the video with everyone I know, just to spread the pain, and so they can have gag dreams too.

About 8 years later, alone in my room, just me and my Farah poster, the realization hit me: that was no tail! And I at last discovered why my aunt was so determined to look at the giraffe’s that day instead.

OK…so it was off topic. When you recover..you can shoot me. :>)

I see your two, and give you ONE!!

I guess the majority of us evolved too far.

Something tells me that’s not “traditional”.

Do I really need the “Not that there’s anything wrong with that” disclaimer?

I for one never buy bananas at a store traditionally visited by people of the alternative sex life. I heard that they were all brown.

Do monkeys really have a better way of doing things?

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adj.
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And profound in its timimg,for I just walked in the door with some,Bananas.:)

Umm, I don’t know about making me a better person (I am still the same old fart I was before I found the Turley blog), but I will agree that the Turley blog has aided me in fulfilling a life long dream… learning how to peel a banana like a monkey. One question though, are pajamas optional, I don’t think I have ever seen a monkey in pajamas?

http://blogdredd.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturn-home-of-hexagon-mystery.html

ROFL

Nice.

When I was kid, they used to have an ape house at the KC Zoo where the chimps had an indoor/outdoor set up. Outside, you had a moat that was a good distance since chimps can leap like demons but hate water. Inside, you had a fence and a sign, “WARNING: Chimps may throw feces!”

Well me an my dad were watching the chimps as usual but it was so hot we went inside. I was about 8 or 9 at the time. We were minding out monkey business when suddenly and without warning my dad shouts, “Get down!” and shoved me down. I was upset until I looked up and saw the guy behind me had a nice chest full of freshly flung monkey poo. Had my father not shoved me down, it would have been at head level.

There is no moral to that story, but perhaps the advice to “Shoot low, Sheriff. They may be riding Shetlands.”

I intend to eat a banana this way as soon as I get home tonight.

Good one!

I had no idea, either. But it does work better, with the exception of the little gross part you have to remove at the tip.

There is a side effect.

Now I have an incredible urge to throw feces at my neighbors.

I for one welcome our new Monkey overlords.