Reminds me of a joke:
Guy goes into a bar with a monkey. As soon as he sits down to order a drink, the monkey starts running riot, eating everything it could get its hands on -- the peanuts in the bowls, the napkins, even the cue ball on the pool table.
"What the hell's wrong with your monkey?" the bartender asks.
"Oh, nothing, he just likes to eat all sorts of things. If he eats anything to pricey, put it on my tab, no problem." The guy has another drink or two, gathers up his monkey, and leaves.
The pair return about two weeks later, and sure enough, as soon as the guy sits down, the monkey starts his thing -- he grabs a peanut from the bowl on the bar, sticks it in his ass, then pulls it out and eats it.
"Jesus Christ!" snarls the bartender, "I know your monkey likes eating stuff, but that's fucking gross!"
"I know, I know," says the monkey's owner in a resigned voice. "But ever since the cue ball, he checks the size of everything."
Guy goes into a bar with a monkey. As soon as he sits down to order a drink, the monkey starts running riot, eating everything it could get its hands on -- the peanuts in the bowls, the napkins, even the cue ball on the pool table.
"What the hell's wrong with your monkey?" the bartender asks.
"Oh, nothing, he just likes to eat all sorts of things. If he eats anything to pricey, put it on my tab, no problem." The guy has another drink or two, gathers up his monkey, and leaves.
The pair return about two weeks later, and sure enough, as soon as the guy sits down, the monkey starts his thing -- he grabs a peanut from the bowl on the bar, sticks it in his ass, then pulls it out and eats it.
"Jesus Christ!" snarls the bartender, "I know your monkey likes eating stuff, but that's fucking gross!"
"I know, I know," says the monkey's owner in a resigned voice. "But ever since the cue ball, he checks the size of everything."
