by Crazytoon on Wed Nov 21, 2001 1:02 am
I once had a typing monkey. He was doing fine. I sat him down with 9,999 other typing monkeys and he ended up writing all 154 Shakespearean Sonnets. We had such a fun time together... we would walk out into Central Park and scare those stupid morons in the horse drawn carriages. Eat cotton candy, play in the roller rink-- you kno, things people normally do with typing monkeys. Then, one day, my hair ate him. It can now climb trees. ::pats hair:: Nice hair, gooodd hair...