Wotcha gonna do with all that monk,
all that monk-ey 'side yer jeans!
Well, I've heard of Victorian Monkey Butlers being all the rage, but now it's Indian Monkey BUTTlers!
Now, in England, there are those with a penchant for shoving ferrets and whippets down their trews, getting off on the danger of a shrew biting their trouserial snake.
But in New Delhi, real men shove aminals in their knickers.
Turkles! Persian Cats! Poisonous Tarantino Spiders! And now Loris Monkeys.
"So, you're passing though from Bangcock to Dubious. Anycream to eclaré before you board the aircraft?"
"Who Sir? Me Sir? Oh no Sir!"
"Then explain the bulge in your dunghampers. Is that a 17cm nycticebus in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"
"Damn. You caught me. I have a beast in my pants."
"Good lord... hold on, it's stirring..."
"Oh noes! You've aroused the beast from it's slumbers! Yelp! It's trying to snack on me nuts! Oh Ouchies. Oh high pitched squealeries!"
"Stand back! I shall beat the beast into submission! A quick slap should safely stun the simian."
"Be quick! Hurry - release the beast from my undercrakers, and spank my monkey!"
"By the way, I'm flange flasher Britney Spears in my skimpy air dolly outfit - I shall serenade you whilst I spank your monkey...
I'm addicted to nudes
And a Slow Loris' toxic
So now you've got a poisoned penis"
Monkey Magic indeed!
