Instead of saying
” I could just kill someone right now “
in the hopes people will understand how angry you are
Threaten to turn the Monkeys loose.
People are afraid of Monkeys
and they’re terrified of Flying Monkeys.
They’ll get the point.
Really.
This has been an I.B. PSA
Irregular Bones 
i am not as afraid of a monkey as a whole, but i am afraid of their little monkey hands. there is just something about those little fingers that make me want to cry a little bit while i make that sound that you make after you rub your fork tips across your dinner plate.
i don’t cry often and i admit to doing it less than that, i just want to truly depict the extent of my monkey hand creepoutism.
that’s kinda weird considering that i am not afraid of baby hands, people with small hands, or little people hands.
i would imagine that small monkey hands could come in handy (NPI) in certain predicaments. like when you drop your debit card between your car seat and center console. or when you need to reach through a chain link fence to get a ball that was tossed over by mistake. or collecting change from regular handed people and then tipping you small hat.
perhaps i need to spend a bit more time appreciating monkeys and accepting their little hands into my life as a blessing…
…not
Charles,
Monkey Hands- you are SO brilliant.
Let’s try it:
” Back off or I get the Monkey hands…you know THE LITTLE ONES ”
I’m making an editorial call
You are Commentor of the Month
sorry you’ve only got a week to enjoy it.
amm
ps thanks for stopping by again!
I’ve never contemplated monkey hands before. I need to think upon this….
Lori…
Tiny tiny Monkey hands….tiny tiny monkey hands.
Just say it a few times.
It’s too cool
amm
too funny….the hispanics at work taught me the phrase chango’s de refineria to torment the hispanics in the refinery…now chono is like THE word at the plant…we do chango everything, except flying chango’s..tomorrow’s new spanish word shall be “flying”
thanks anita
I have another Spanish Word for you…
My husband was born and raised in Iowa…his Dad is from Peru so I call Luis…. ta-dah…
a Hickspanic.
Enjoy.
amm
My wife is from Puerto Rico.
She is 5’1″ and not much bigger than 100 pounds
She gave birth to our two children.
Not one stretchmark.
I call her the “Elasto-Rican”
charlie
lol…you’ll like this…a lot of the hillbillies speak no spanish (me either, btw…only what these guys are teaching me.) so when they get all confused when the spanish speakers are talking i “translate” for them. I tell the hicks they said stuff like ” that hillbillies wife has a nice ass”…it is so fun…
Hey Charlie and Criminy,
While we’re on the subject of er, our ‘living language’ I’ve got another one-
My sister was telling her daughter that she was half Filipina and my niece ( who was three at the time ) got upset and said, ” I am NOT a Jalapino! ”
And one year I was at this holiday party where nobody spoke English as a first language ( okay, I have since I was 5…so my I’m sort of in that group ) and we decided that for the evening we would all speak with a Southern Accent.
Oh the humanity.
But it was fun.
amm
southerners talk diff’ernt?
Hi Criminy!
Wait…I have an answer for that, my Uncle who is from Texas told me to say ” People from the South don’t have accents…everyone else does.”
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amm
we natives of wisconsin really don’t have accents…it’s pretty cool
Hey Criminy
Luis’ sister lives in Wisconsin..so yes she’s a Cheesehead. She lives in Elk Mound. Is that a cool name or what?
amm
OMFG…luis’s sister lives 6 miles from my dads house. I grew up near elk mound…I helped make mound hill famous
Iām off to bed.
I have blocked off my bedroom door with banana flavored fly paper. I hope this is enough of a deterrent to keep those tiny little monkey hands busy. After all of this talk, I can be sure that they are waiting to haunt my dreams.
Curse you monkeys! Curse you and your tiny little hands!
Please protect me, 6 pound, 8 oz, little baby Jesus!
Get out!
I tell you, it’s a small world- so will we be seeing a post about ” Mound Hill ” soon and how you made it famous?
Cause- I can find out.
I know people
Ha.
amm
Charlie…
I don’t know about you, but I’ll be thinking about Baby Jesus and those Tiny Little Monkey Hands all night long.
Probably I’ll have a nightmare too.
You’re a Champ.
amm
I’ll be happy to tell you the story sometime. I can’t believe you know someone in Elk mound. This isn’t on the order of finding a needle in a hay stack, this is more like finding a bb in the universe. That is one microscopic town girlie. When I lived there you could only get beer at the baitshop outside of town. Nobody had a liquor license. 1 store…an IGA
Hi there Criminy,
I can’t believe I know someone in a place called Elk Mound either- !
Okay…I’m waiting for the story.
anita marie