To Blog or Not To Blog
Mood:  smelly
So after much consideration I decided to get married to a peanut shell today. Got the tux, got someone to put 5o cents into a machine for me so I could get an "I heart Mandy Moore" ring, and then I got scared and drank half a bottle of Wild Turkey. When I woke up, I realized that the hotel cleaning lady had thrown my betrothed away.

Actually, that all happened to a friend of mine, who lives in Cental Park...yeah, a friend.

I just wanted to tell anyone who accidentally wandered here, looking for that bastard monkey from "Friends", that I am in fact an out of work monkey, and if you need me for any acting gigs (I do full monkey nudity) I'll put on my friend's tux and be there in ten minutes, as the crow flies...okay, let me finish this bottle of Wild Turkey and I'll get back to you.

I'm planning on stealing back some of my stories from Rance's blog, so if you need a refresher in who this crazed, drugged out monkey is, you'll have to wait.

I've gotta go hock this ring.

Later,
Bingo