OK, so it’s like, I’m parachuting, only it’s some kinda magic invisible parachute you can’t see… and like I must have landed in a haunted house or something, ’cause I keep hearing these weird voices, laughing and going “ooo-OOO-ooo” and stuff… but it’s all cool, ’cause Scarlett Johansson gives me a full-body massage…
Check out this monktacular behbeh getting his honk-shus on IN A HUMAN HAND
Writes primate-licious Sender-Inner Robin H.; “This is an orphaned monkey I was “mommy” to in Cameroon this summer, at a primate orphanage called CWAF. Her name is Yoda. She’s a Talapoin monkey.”
…always up to some devilment or another. If they’re not dropping cherry bombs in the septic tank, they’re setting the mailman on fire. I wonder what mischievous adventure those two ruffians are up to now?
"You wheel me over to where the parents are. I’ll distract them with my Tonka truck of adorableness. YOU steal the cookies for us and I’ll meet you back here.
"So, you were going to pan-fry me in butter, were you? Well, let’s see how you taste with some mashed ‘nanas, washed down with a sippy cup full of Juicy Juice, fuzzball!"
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