Monkey Thoughts

"I just invaded his ass space, unintentionally"

I'm sifting through stock photos and have noticed a ridiculous amount of photos involving "business people" shouting through megaphones.
Is there some massive demand for this sort of imagery or something?

It's always good to have at least one drunk post, even if it takes twice as long due to correcting typos.

3/4 bottle of mojito
2 shots pucker- blue
2 or possibly 3 margaritas

I am now watching the BBC which is just freaking hilarious in this state. (it's funny any way, but pee-inducing hilarious now)

Slate has published an absolutely wonderful article that I think everyone should read and take to heart. Its subject matter should be taught in every school right beside fire safety and "stranger danger". That's right folks. Life-saving information.
What to do if you are surrounded by a street gang monkey hoodlums

You know, those monkeys are goddamn bastards sometimes.

I believe I've been at my current residence for about 3 1/2 years now. I had no intention of really moving until I could afford a house or whatnot. The location is fantastic; not so thrilling as far as school choices go, but I have a 2 grocery stores and a plethora of other stores within a short walking distance. (The two grocery stores in the same plaza still baffles me, but not as much as the fact that they attract completely different categories of clientèle.)
Anyway, although I've had the idea of moving for a school that is not a 20 min drive for a year or so, I really didn't want to be bothered with the task. Mainly, the task of cleaning everything and packing and moving. The mere thought makes me twitch.
Unfortunately, for the past few weeks, it has become evident that the neighbors have shifted to less than ideal. "2 AM on a school night shouting matches in the parking lot" type of less than ideal. "Perhaps now is a good time to call the cops" type of less than ideal. These aren't the neighbors I bunk with, but they are neighbors somewhere within the vicinity, and it has become an all too common occurrence to debate whether I scream "Shut up you stupid bastards" or simply ignore it. How any person can be so unbelievably loud is still a matter up for investigation. The stupidity and inconsideration for fellow human beings is not as much as mystery, sadly. So I'm basically down to whether or not I can tolerate shouting matches that using begin with classy starting points such as "I ain't ever.." and whether the interruption is enough to warrant the mess involved with moving.
Another point to consider is that I have neither a dishwasher nor W/D hookups, which my boss assures me is point enough to move.

I don't give people a chance to think. I just hit them in the forehead with some knowledge. -Oke

Dove pounces with an equally strong follow-up piece to their Evolution film.

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