When I was here, I wanted to be there; when

When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle

and it was atrocious. Orangutangs smell awful and this marriage was a mistake plus our kids were inter species monsters. Not knowing what to do, I called Squawkers for help and

maybe a feathery should to cry on. I knew Squawkers always had a thing for me, so my dissolving Orangutang marriage could be the perfect opportunity for

sweet parrot-ape love. Squawkers was so blinded by his love for me that he didn't notice my enraged orangutang spouse swinging from the chandelier. Too late - a jealous ape foot gr

abbed squawkers by his rainbow mokawk & climbed to the top of the 3D puzzle of the Burj Dubai. I tried to pilot my remote controlled biplane to get Wilma down, but my Orang bride

smaid suggested we just dangle some ripe bananas within her view. So we did just that, and before we could say "Your mother's a gorilla," Wilma had returned from her lofty retreat.

Good old Wilma! As a reward we took her to see a film. It was one of those comedies with Meg Ryan. She wasn't impressed and decided to have a dirty protest, which was bad because

I'd just cleaned the sofa. You see, my name is Pebbles. I am Wilma's daughter.

Or I was. Now I give these presentations against the dangers of driving under the influence of marijuana and crack cocaine. This was my story. Thank you.