re: #131 Glenn Beck’s Grand Unifying Theory of Obdicut

I can see two monkeys from my vantage point in the hammock on the veranda where I’m typing this. One of them has a banana. Dammit, I want a banana.

The monkeys on the one island off Malaysia would wait for people to temporarily walk away from their breakfast table on the veranda, and then swoop down out of the nearby palm trees and steal toast.

Our bungalow was a few hundred yards away and I saw a monkey walking by the one morning carrying a piece of toast in its mouth. So they also did breakfast on the run.