Saturday, December 30, 2006

Do you have a license for that minkey?


I've started to hate this little monkey she leaves over here. When she is gone he is falling on his face drunk on banana wine. She likes to call him "Junior" and I say, now what do you mean by that?




11 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I share your hatred of that monkey and other stuffed animals only if they are cherished by adults. But I am a cold hearted person who thinks adults put away childish toys and start accumulating real expensive consumer goods, like designer handbags and such.

8:26 AM  
Blogger Jackson said...

I would stuff that menkey but it is alreaeddy stuffed!

8:42 AM  
Blogger Mimi said...

There isn't a darn thing wrong with that minkey.

1:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh! is he mink? Then he is alright by me.

2:53 PM  
Blogger Jackson said...

the menkey does not play a musical instrument, does not earn his keep, and this morning when i opened my eyes he was right there, we were face to face. When he is drunk it is like he is in love with me.

3:54 PM  
Blogger Jackson said...

not mink but he could be turned into a designer handbag perhaps.

3:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't like him and that is all there is to say. He is sort of over striped and skinny and I just can't abide him.

4:21 PM  
Blogger Jackson said...

I added the other picture so you can see just how disgusting he is.

He has the remote now and no he doesn't watch Animal Planet, he likes The Discovery Channel for their documentaries on UFOs, E.S.P., crop circles, haunted houses, Big Foot, the Bermuda Triangle, etc.

Oh, and for their occasional, scholarly debunking of the old testament.

5:23 PM  
Blogger Trudging said...

Oh well at least the monkey isn't on your back.

7:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hahhhah! The mnnkey on the back thing.

And at least he doesn't monkey around much.

He is repellent however.

11:22 PM  
Blogger Jackson said...

ya'll risk whatever happens when a pooka takes exception.

No, wait. That's what I'm risking, not you. Never mind.

9:32 AM  

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