Thursday, 18 June 2009
Dança a minha rua que grandes símios!
Hello again my tailless compadres! It is becoming far more hot so you lot look and smell even more rude than before. I may need to stuff my nose with leaves to cope, but that would make you tap on the glass even more than usual or call the vet to bother me again. Last time the vet came to poke around in embarrassing places and jostle my fur I made such an effort to get away from the cold tongs and stethoscope that it look like I was doing one of your popular street dances.
I was inspired by one of your kind as the megamonkeys at Frank PR had Britain’s Got Talent champion hoofer George Sampson come down to Alton Towers to get people dancing like him.
Of course if it keeps heating up in the Amazon because of you lot’s bad habits the only thing for me to groove on down to will be the thought of scrub grass and cow poo replacing my ancestral home. On the right you will see many ways to stop this happening by throwing my great cause a bit of shrapnel. Come on, you’ve have only spent it anyway?!
Vejo você na próxima vez que você louco Samba estudantes!