So I see a lady today . . . .
 

and she has a monkey on her head. A mangy flea bag organ grinding monkey picking at her head and putting whatever he finds in his ugly little maw. I ask," What , don't like dogs ? " She says " Why he's cute. " I ask " How old do the little bastards live ? " She says "35 yrs "
I say " At least you won't get ticks and head lice. "

It was way too early to start drinking.

So did you hit the brass monkey yet?

Thought you might be referring Fishchick.








But Larry's on her back, not her head.:uhuh: