Fun With Monkeys

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December 27, 2005

All by myself... sniff...
Sure, I come home for Christmas, and what do my parents do? Take off to Mexico. Or something.
I'm pretty sure they told me where they were going, but I was already too busy planning a party.

Until then though, all by myself, in what now feels like a massive house. Oh well, I've got my dog, so it's all good. Nothing left to do but make with the funny.

And what's more funny than monkeys?
Nothing, that's what.

  
 
 

 

 

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