… cuz the monkey would just fuck off! He’d do his own thing, cuz’s he’s a bloody monkey! He’s a cheeky monkey.
Et dans son petite pants.
No kidding. I’m thinking that somewhere in Jamaica (or so we presume), there’s a laundromat, where Kendra is furiously practicing her martial arts wearing nothing but her undies, sweat beading down her bare back, while her only shirt and only pair of pants are going round and round in the washer.
Wait, does she own more than one pair of undies?
Oh.
:eek:
Weird thing is, when I imagine a monkey in my head, he’s wearing a little red vest with piping and tassel trim and matching red pillbox hat, but NO pants. This whole monkey with pants thing is very suspicious to me.
Would said monkey’s name be [spoiler]Tray?[/spoiler]
I completely forgot that my avatar is a monkey. Mind you, my monkey is definitely NOT wearing pants. Which is why he’s a cheeky monkey.
:eek:
Are you in your bunk?
He’s also not wearing a vest. Exhibitionist monkey!
I imagine the scene, and I go into my bunk and then she starts speaking in my imagination, and that accent pisses me off again. Oh well.
I really need to catch up on my Buffy watch. Bad 'talos. Wicked, bad 'talos.