Hey, is that the Flintstone mobile on the bottom of a lake?
Why, yes it is.
What the hell?
I know, thumb-monkeys, man.
Was that a birdie…a delicious, delicious birdie?
Tastes like air pudding.
Not that funny.
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I haz an existential dilemma—whether tis nobler in the mind—
Yawn! Yer, killing me here. Make sense. Or, at least, be interesting.
Did somebody say “existential dilemma”? because that totally…
Sorry, got distracted by my ribcage. You were…nevermind. Don’t care.
My existential dilemma is no thumbs and the door’s shut.
I’m ready for my turkey!
I too am ready for turkey. GIVE ME TURKEY
I AM NOT A TURKEY
Not funny thumb-monkey. I want a REAL turkey.
Don’t make me hurt you. Just hand over the bird.
TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY
Who needs turkey when you’ve got slippers and straight tryptophan.
Still prefer my tryptophan in turkey format. Food coma in 3.2.zzzzzzzzz
Hey, thumb-monkey, I told you not to publish that pic. Have a different bird!
I climbed Mount Monkey!
Dude, that’s an awful lot of work…
I climbed Mount Cat Bed…
That is NOT an achievement.
The base of Mount Monkey smells kinda funky…
What kind of moron smells a monkey?
I prefer to use my glasses to perceive them from afar!
Speaking of monkeys, do you have a good ape insurance policy?
Back off man, I’m woodpecker!
Forget write what you know, write what you love. Find the things that make you WANT to write and cling to them like a life line. You will never succeed writing things that you hate. You may not succeed writing what you love either, but you will have spent time on a thing that matters to you and that’s always worthwhile.