I was kidnapped today. By the friendliest kidnapper ever. I was taken to a "spa" and given grooming treatments. Frankly, this is a rather clever trick for a kidnapper . . . who would ever think to look for a kidnapped monkey in a spa?
But, while I was being plucked, moisturized, and massaged, I started to think . . . I could do this for a living. Grooming comes naturally to monkeys. And, everything smelled so good . . . and with soft lighting, and the fact that you keep your eyes closed during most of it . . . most folks would never notice they were being worked over by a monkey . . . unless they made me mad . . . then I might jump up and down on them like cheap luggage . . . .
never mind.
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