Monkey’s and Martyrdom

There was a time, a long long time ago, where monkeys lived free of prejudice and coercion. There was a time where monkeys knew what the funky chicken the word coercion meant. There were plenty of times, but this story looks back at one particular time… the time where bananas were abundant and the branches seemed to never be closer. This time was a glorious time for monkeys. One in particular, Bunko, lived happy. Happy as can be. He was a well built monkey who was envied by all the male monkeys, and drooled over by the females. Bunko was a monkey of his word. When he said “OO OO AAA EEE AA OO”, he meant that shit. He was a brave little f**ker too. He challenged orangutans and other larger beasts. He never made it against the larger ones… but he powered through fearlessly… until one day… when he met his match. Bunko was a big fan of bananas, as all his species were, but he adored them with carelessness. He came across a blue banana on one sunny afternoon, while enjoying time with his homies and chicitas. When the other monkeys saw Bunko pick out the blue banana, they warned him. “OOOOOOOO OOOOOO AAAAAA!” the tribe proclaimed. But Bunko was an arrogant little bastard. He ate the blue banana despite their warnings in hopes to impress the ladies once again… but this was his last and ultimate act of arrogance. Poor Bunko now lays to rest, with a friggin’ blue banana still half digested in his poor little stomach. The end.

Moral of the story… don’t be stupid. It ain’t worth it.

Peace!

Your emotionally abusive Uncle………….. Uncle Sushi.