First I notice that he's sitting next to a pathetic cardboard sign proclaiming that he's willing to sing for a donation so he can get some plastic surgery. I assume it's for his body hair problem. Filled with pity, I ask Mr. Monkey to sing me a song. I am certain at this point he would gamely oblige, leaping from that awkward (and rather indecent) squatting posture and bursting into a gloriously melodious tune! I would be even further startled by his amazing dance and slight-of-hand talents! His long hairy arms swinging up and around with his legs spread wide in the classic "Dave the Monkey Man" dance pose, and magically producing a tiny Chihuahua from nowhere *gasp!* whilst effortlessly tap-dancing to the tune of Genie-in-a-bottle. As the number comes to a close my awe overcomes me and I slip into a dead faint, only to awaken covered by the same foul-smelling fecal matter he apparently also flung at poor greg here. "That's it!!!" I shout, "No donation!!!!"
I'm dying! You ALL are just killing me!! You can see why Greg wants so desperately to join our family!! Who wouldn't want to be a part of this hilarious group?! But I'm starting to think that Greg doesn't live in Newport...I think he's living within the walls of MARMY'S HOUSE!!!!! Run Marmy, RUN!!!
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I would ask him if that was his nose or if he was just happy to see me. He would respond by throwing fecal matter directly at my person.
First I notice that he's sitting next to a pathetic cardboard sign proclaiming that he's willing to sing for a donation so he can get some plastic surgery. I assume it's for his body hair problem. Filled with pity, I ask Mr. Monkey to sing me a song. I am certain at this point he would gamely oblige, leaping from that awkward (and rather indecent) squatting posture and bursting into a gloriously melodious tune! I would be even further startled by his amazing dance and slight-of-hand talents! His long hairy arms swinging up and around with his legs spread wide in the classic "Dave the Monkey Man" dance pose, and magically producing a tiny Chihuahua from nowhere *gasp!* whilst effortlessly tap-dancing to the tune of Genie-in-a-bottle.
As the number comes to a close my awe overcomes me and I slip into a dead faint, only to awaken covered by the same foul-smelling fecal matter he apparently also flung at poor greg here. "That's it!!!" I shout, "No donation!!!!"
Where did you stick your thumbs?
I'm dying! You ALL are just killing me!! You can see why Greg wants so desperately to join our family!! Who wouldn't want to be a part of this hilarious group?! But I'm starting to think that Greg doesn't live in Newport...I think he's living within the walls of MARMY'S HOUSE!!!!! Run Marmy, RUN!!!
What's it like to the the Jimmy Durante of the primates? What! You youngsters don't know who Jimmy Durante is?
I loved Jimmy! Hot chotta cha ta!
Some of us youngsters do indeed know who Jimmy Durante was. :P
Excuse me, that's greg with a SMALL "g".
Jimmy Durante was so funny.
Love Greg.
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