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Originally Posted by montsnmags
Yeah, and I've come to miss the stick. I've been a bad, bad, widdle monkey, m'am. I need to be punished!
Well, now, where do I start with you, monkey boy?
DId you say "pie"? Yes, please. Banana Cream, if you please. With extra whipped cream.
Ahh, come here and let me give you a big hug...what? Why are you running away? It's not blood, honest; it's strawberry daiquiri! Ask ravenne! I really shouldn't have been trying to drink it on that last jungle-vine commute.
Its not the blood.....its that "gleam" in your eye.......the good one. 
Well, you know, you've got to humour the aged if you want them to bake you some more pie. Going for the stick now.......
She's a gem, ain't she? Her blood's worth bottling (Seriously! I heard it's about 112 proof!) GERMANY!
The laddy at the door has been instructed that your session has been continued indefinitely, and you're not to leave no matter how sweetly convincing you perform the grandma act, even if it includes pie (but he should confiscate the pie, so that I can test it for...something, I don't know, Americanness  )
Cheers,
A cheeky, little monkey |
Oh, Monkeyboy, I've missed you. No, don't try to run. See? The doors locked. Its just you and me, laddie......
