04-28-2003, 06:46 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: British Columbia
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Damn Cheap Monkeys
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a peice. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand. I decided not to look a gifthorse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys. I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing. I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost it's novelty halfway into it's third hour. Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys. I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys laying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had two hundred throw rugs. I tried to flush one down my toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead dry monkeys. I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad. I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarassed. I tried to slow the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad. I tried burning them. Little did I know that my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire. Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving. I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better. I tried throwing them away but the garbageman said that the city was not allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones. I finally arrived at my solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they liked them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in their genitals. I like monkeys. |
04-28-2003, 10:06 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Louisiana
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dude i missed getting this joke off the old forum thanks for the repost
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04-28-2003, 10:59 PM | #6 (permalink) | |
Crazy
Location: Houston, Tx
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05-01-2003, 10:27 AM | #14 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Tucson, AZ
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I laughed all the way through this joke and I didnt stop until I finished reading. and Im also in the middle of class. So here I am, a histerical mess, with my buddy sitting next to me, also laughing just as hard as i was in the middle of a silent classroom. er, I guess it wasnt silent, because we were laughing so loud...
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