Finding Monkey in a Trouser Pocket That You'd Forgotten About
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Slightly less impractical than finding money on your pocket when you’ve bearly enough for your bus fair, but marginally more entertaining.
And dangerous.






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There’s a monkey in my pocket…
Is that a song lyric? For the life of me, I’m flummoxed…
That song is genius! I’m still laughing…. :D
Further proof that SoMI is made of win and good.
I once put a monkey in my pocket and forgot all about it for quite a while.
I was playing Monkey Island and was Guybrush Treepwood, of course.
More Monkey Island! I love it! Too bad my copy of the first one is messed up.
There should be a forum for the word “flummoxed”.
This might be a monkey: http://youtube.com/watch?v=aCZx5-b9tlE
This reminds me of a typo in the programme to a Christmas church service I was once involved in; one of the bible readings was entitled:
'Seventh Lesson: The Shepherds Go To The Manager.'
rotfl!!
Ah, Finrod! :D (And don’t you love it when you find those sorts of things? Best kind of serendipity.)
Actually, the Head pointed it out in his opening speech... his secretary (responsible for typing it, in pre-computer days) kept her head down for weeks.
I myself much preferred the time, somewhat later, when I managed to insert into the school magazine a sly reference to being entertained in a Hong Kong restaurant (We had strong connections to Hong Kong at that time) named 'Il Casino.'
"I wonder how many parents speak Italian..." I wondered in print.
It turned out none did. 'Casinó' [accent on last syllable] means 'casino'.
'Casino' [accent on 2nd syllable] means 'brothel'.
I should add that I was wined and dined well. And went back to the hotel.
Alone.
Somebody added Simon and Garfunkel's 'Bride Over Troubled Water' to bestuff the other day.