Monkeys always crack me up too. Even the animated ones in Madagascar crack me up. But then again, my hubby always claims that I am more like a guy in many ways than most women he knows. Not in the important ways though

I think monkeys are funny too and I'm a girl. They are funny especially with laser pointers.

This reminds me of one of those "forward me" emails I received eons ago:

I LIKE MONKEYS


The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.

I like monkeys

Did you ever see a television show called Lancelot Link, Secret Agent Chimp? It was a live action show filmed with chimpanzees playing all the parts. I remember a few shows and while there was no genital punching that I can remember, as a lad I thought it was nearly as good as Planet of the Apes.

I don't know that it is a man thing. Everytime my wife sees a documentary featuring monkeys of any sort, she starts laughing. Even if they're beating each other up. I've asked her about this but she can't explain it. She says she often feels the same way when she looks at me. I guess I'd rather her be happy and in love with someone who reminds her of a monkey than unhappy with someone who reminds her of a man. I still haven't reconciled this with myself, though. I need a holiday...

(BTW for those who don't know, the above paragraph was intended to be funny).

I like the one where the guy is on the phone and the woman says she understands as she works with an office full of Jackasses.  Then they pan out and yep!  She is in an office full of jackasses!

Not in the important ways though

Whew, glad you clarified Jill .

They are funny especially with laser pointers.

Monkeys! With laser pointers! I can't stop laughing!

Stanty: That was hillarious.

(BTW for those who don't know, the above paragraph was intended to be funny).

I laughed out loud man. Funny stuff.

Then they pan out and yep! She is in an office full of jackasses!

Yeah, that one is awesome too. But there is something about the laser pointers. I just can't get enough.

like the one where the guy is on the phone and the woman says she understands as she works with an office full of Jackasses. Then they pan out and yep! She is in an office full of jackasses!

I remember this one and it's funny! I like anything with a good laugh and monkeys are usually funny.