see it? Maybe it's cuz i'm surprised you're ON and DOING SUMPTIN. Dont stick a banana up my nose. (I DARE you to comment on that, i dare you!)

right now it's way too fuckin early for me to comment on anything you've said-it's like 10 am here-so i'll comment on the banana thing later on tonite

It's later...and where the hell is your comment?!

I like monkeys. The pet store was selling them for five cents apiece. I thought it was odd since they're normally a few thousand apiece. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so i bought 200 of them. I like monkeys.

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

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

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive-they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sort of dropped dead. Kinda like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. God damn cheap monkeys. I didnt know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over the 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 didnt work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and one hundred ninety-nine dead, dry monkeys. I tried to pretend that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell really bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in my toilet and I didn't want to call a plumber. I was embarassed. I tried to slow the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two 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 go bad.

I tried to burn them, but little did I know that 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 one hundred ninety-seven dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of the dead monkeys and I really had to use the bathroom. So I went and severely beat one of the monkeys. I felt better. I tried throwing them away, but the garbage man said the city was not allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him i had a wet one. He couldn't take that 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 quite know what to say. They pretended to like them, but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.

God, I like monkeys!

From the sick sad world of the Brass n Pugent monkeys!

ok, how come the ONE thing brass does is a copy n paste thing, where as 90% of Pug's stuff is her own original stuff? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT PICTURE?!?!?!?!? AGH!!!!!!!!! ok, i'm under control. and i was just kidding, brass.