Bubbles was one sad simian. Stooped under a burden more than twice her size, she shuffled through the orange grove. She longed to scamper up the highest branches where ripe fruit swayed, and gorge herself like she used to. But in her present state, it was out of the question.
Bubbles bared her teeth in frustration and swatted at the bothersome thing weighing her down. Its arms wrapped her throat in a choking hold, and its legs pinned her waist.
From his perch on her back, George Sanderson urged the primate onward. He’d never felt so carefree.
Revenge is sweet.
Got a monkey on your back? Here’s a solution: try riding the monkey for a change, and see how it likes that sort of treatment.
Or better yet, how about flinging that monkey as far away as it’ll get? ThinkGeek sells this little puppy that looks like it’d be pretty effective to me.
I’m just sad that the monkeys that ride me aren’t flying monkeys, like in the Wizard of Oz. Because that would make for an awesome ride when the tables turn.
Happy Friday, friends! I hope your weekend’s a great one, full of ridden monkeys and not riding monkeys.
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