Leave us out of your birthday songs
I was watching Amityville Horror II last night and was happy that the movie generally only insults pigs and doesn't try to conjure up a demonic monkey to blame things on. And then there was this birthday party scene where two young children sing to their older brother the following song:
Happy Birthday to you,First of all the song shows a great deal of insensitivity to those few monkeys who lack personal hygene skills and have not been blessed with my good looks. How would humans like it if we sang similar songs at monkey birthday parties:
You live in a Zoo,
You smell like a monkey,
And you look like one, too.
Happy Birthday to you,Hurts, doesn't it?
You live in a trailer, too,
You look like a human,
Who shops at Wal-Mart, you fool.
Flung by Time at 11:47 AM
5 Comments flung:
Hmmm...I hope this didn't involve sniffing each other's butts like baboons. And I've never really been a fan of interspecies dating. But whatever spanks your mank is what I like to say.
Listen Mank old chum, you might hear something from Tim-Elvis about me being a social worker in California named Pete or some such drivel. Don't you believe it. You and I both know the score here. I mean seriously, I went back and read his original post regarding you and I have to ask: Who do you trust? A guy who said you had a loose forehead and looked like you'd been lobotomized or a guy who is almost certainly not Stephen King. I think the choice is obvious.
I've already established that Tim-Elvis is a notorious liar. You would think that he would come up something more plausible then a tall tale that Stephen King was actually a social worker named Pete living in California. But I didn't just fall off the banana boat yesterday. I still believe in you Mr. King. Then again you could be Peter Straub.
Don't condenscend me King.
Is this a trick question? My butt, of course.
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