Uh Oh...

I'm not worried about me because I remain, as I have been, a Friend of the Monkeys. It's the rest of you I'm worried about. What happens when they come for you? Think about it. Because they're coming.

My Dream Come True. Seriously.

You have to know that above all of God's creatures I love monkeys the most. More than you. Almost more than me. So you can imagine the minute or two of complete rapture I experienced here when I got to hold them. It was well worth the five bucks. Because I planted hypnotic microchips in their fur and they will soon be making their way to Minnesota to be the first members of my monkey army. Or maybe my all-monkey punk band. We will also bring back ska.