It’s not every day that you get to go to the porno store to pick out your girl’s new lovely under garments…heh heh…and come home to find a stray coconut monkey left abandoned in your parking lot. Maybe one or the other but almost never both in the same afternoon. Almost.
But I mean…who in the Hell LOSES a fuckin coconut monkey?
Tragic. Words fail to capture the tragic sight I was just exposed to. While on my run I discovered what could have only been the mate to my previously mentioned coconut monkey found today in the parking lot near the mail boxes. I failed to mention that the one I found is cradling a wee little baby coconut monkey so I imagine the one I saw smashed to bits in the grass was the daddy coconut monkey. So…so…sad. NO coconut monkey should grow up without a daddy coconut monkey to guide them into coconut monkey adulthood.