It was happening. It was finally happening.I

It was happening. It was finally happening.I was shaking with fear as I realized that it was going to be all over.It was unfair that I was here to see it happen. What happened was,

I had ate some curry a few hours earlier and new the the end was nigh. I prepared for the worst as I shuffled towards the bathroom in preperation. I could only hope that something

would save me from this slow painful death. like Jesus. he could

survive without actually working. That was his dream. Just hang out with guys and talk.

He joined Slacker's Anonymous without any intention of "recovering". Listening to the other guys confessions gave him some great new ideas on how to get paid without working:

He could become a manager, get into politics, be a traffic cop that just relies on cameras to snap drivers going through red lights. Work was for chumps. It really, truly was.

But it was better than working for chimps, like the last gig. How many bananas could they eat? and dont get me started on the clean-up. Those guys were DIRTY little suckers, much

would be fine with where I had them hidden. Although there is no telling how bad they will smell in the morning.

The stench was OVERWHELMING, but amazing because it was all worth it I finally had my very own red butted monkey to play with.