Mingled Mangled Monkey Meat

So, I was sitting here in my office being the very serious adult that I am.  Tweaking a web site’s code for a friend. Writing an article.  Reading the blogs of potential Dominican Republic travelers.  And I heard him.  His words crept up through the ventilation system and leaked into my office.  Jangly guitar and grizzly lyrics – the kind five year-old boys find hilarious.

Great big globs of ooey gooey gopher guts

Mingled mangled monkey meat

Itty bitty birdy feet

French fried eye balls rolling down a dirty street

That’s what Mommy’s made of.

I’m quitting early.  I’ve got a duet to sing and some cookie dough ice cream to eat.  The first day back on the job is the hardest isn’t it?

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