My grandpa said when he was in the war, him and his buddies would tie a rope to a tree. Then he'd sit down for a while with the other end of the rope and wind it around his hand a few times, un wind it, and repeat for a couple minutes then walk away. He'd come back to find a monkey that was watching him had wrapped the rope around it's wrist and hand so much when he walked up with a club it'd panic and try to pull away, couldn't go anywhere, and he club the fucking thing so him and the boys could have fresh meat.
My grandpa said when he was in the war, him and his buddies would tie a rope to a tree. Then he'd sit down for a while with the other end of the rope and wind it around his hand a few times, un wind it, and repeat for a couple minutes then walk away. He'd come back to find a monkey that was watching him had wrapped the rope around it's wrist and hand so much when he walked up with a club it'd panic and try to pull away, couldn't go anywhere, and he club the fucking thing so him and the boys could have fresh meat.
He also brought a pet monkey home with him named "Blondie" that would use a rock to poke holes in the bottom of his beer cans and get drunk. They may be clever, but they are NOT smart.
He also brought a pet monkey home with him named "Blondie" that would use a rock to poke holes in the bottom of his beer cans and get drunk. They may be clever, but they are NOT smart.
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