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When your human friends don't come through, call a monkey. That's right. We were each allowed one phone call and I called .......Monkey!His plan was flawless. A work of art. First Monkey came in wearing a prison hat, scent of banana, and nothing else. He climbed up on Olga's lap distracting the beastie babe whilst that wiley Purple pilfered the key from an unsuspecting guard. Purple slipped in like the Pink Panther, stealth and silent.
In a matter of seconds we had the door open and the five of us were running for our lives.
Note, Jane's nifty disguise.
We are now back at my place. Don't tell anyone. There is an odd noise coming from upstairs. It's rather chilling really.
But no matter. Right now, we have hungry monkeys to feed! Jane, Milky, bring on the bananas. In fact, let's go all out and make banana splits!
I sure wish I had a monkey brain. Alas and alack, I am burdened with the puny brain of a human. Sayyyy, Milky c'mere and let me pick that lint outa your hair. OO. Here's another one. And there's one there on your shoulder.
At 1/12/2006 9:51 PM, 
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Jane, the Culture Club garb went out of style like 22 years ago. But you do look mysterious, in a one-eyed kind of way.
Crabcake, did you know that someone on my blog thinks of you as "cupckake?" Hee hee.
Milkmaid, you and Crabcake have a timeless sense of fashion that I will call "proclamatory" (Crabcake) and "up-front" (Milk). I was hoping that at some point you'd blog us a fashion spread. I mean, after you bust out of jail.
At 1/13/2006 1:47 AM, ing
Ing, I KNOW! I have to tell you, I'm rather likeing "Cupcake". It suits me. Heretofore, on Friday's only, I shall be "Cupcake". And I will go forth and expplore my softer, gentler, side. (do to have one! plebbbt!)
oops. Sorry. Forgot it's Friday already.
Jane, I'm getting the distinct feeling that you don't like your duds. Not to fret. I have 2 brand new creations hanging on the rack. OOOOOOO. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it!
Note to self: Jane needs drugs. Check drug shelf and pack up a box.
checking .... checking...
Ah, here we go. A nice decongestant, OO OO. antacid, those are nice.....GasX .... definitely she'll need that. Um.... what else do I have .... Oh that's good stuff, keeping that, but here's some vitimens, pack up those.
Ok, it's on it's way.
Milky, pass the blunt to Janie, but hide the oreos, chips, salsa, and ice cream, first.
PS. Somebody, I won't say who (milkmaid) did not read the post. Or they (milky) would know we have escaped from jail and are now back at my place. HA! And after same said but not named person has accused me like oh.... a kazillion times of not reading posts before I comment. (I only skip the really long ones. A.D.D. you know)
Tumble! It's about damn time you showed up. We did time for you, ya know? It was your idea in the first place to ice Honey. I distinctly remember saying... "oh Tumble, that's so mean, though."
At 1/13/2006 12:54 PM, Tumbleweed
OMG crabby, this Photoshop shit has gone to your head. You don't need me as a scapegoat, everyone wanted to ice Honey. I forgot to mention that Monkey sheds really bad....or maybe it's monkeys pet that sheds. Anyway, things get pretty hairy with Monkey around. If you would have thought to just screw the guard, you would have been out a lot sooner. That's what I always do!
aaaaaaaaaaa HA! I knew you didn't read it. ahhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha!
Tumble! Did you see that guard? I do have some standards you know.
SHUT UP, MILKY! FINE THEN. I'LL TELL HER.
Ok. Ok. I admit it. I tried. He wasn't interested. Said I didn't have enough in the chesticle department. asshole.
Oh crap. I forgot. This is cupcake friday. I take back asshole. I meant, mean, mean, man.
PS. I am soooo turning off this spam protector thing. I don't like typin in all this blasted letters. It's like work.
Check your shoes before you leave.
Oh. My. God. you have turned me into the Islamic Mona Lisa?
I HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED! HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP! SEND DRUGS!