And I like ponies and clowns and crashing stuff and peanut butter and tuna fish sanwiches and running and video games and sugar and ...
Look kid, it took years for the other kid and I to become best friends. We don't have to do this all in one afternoon.
And I don't like butterflies or marshmallow sundaes or country music or talking to my uncle Bill when he's drunk or Scrabble or taking my Ritalin or ...
I swear to God this kid better shut the hell up or say something remotely interesting to get me to stay.
And I hate it when my 17 year old sister runs around the house naked after her showers which she usually does and I hate ...
OK. Thanks for sharing Vincent. I know that pimpin' ain't easy and sometimes you've just gotta smack a hoe.
We have a new member in our Sex Addicts group today. Tell us why you're here.
A nun threatened to call the cops cuz I was with her little brother. Maybe she knew about the Thailand tranny or the midget who pleasured me while I wore the diaper too. This is confidential right?
Wow! We're going to cut group short today fellas so I can go home to take a shower, refill my Xanax prescription and call my therapist.
Hi. This is Mr. Clifford, the facilitator of the sex addiction group. Your comments last night upset most of the group.
In fact many of our members have relapsed claiming you put evil desires into their heads. However Al, the man in the bunny suit, wanted me to ask you to call him.
What the hell's your problem kid? Don't you have an inside voice? There's a man in a bunny suit outside who wants to violate me.
I'm sorry. Why does he want to do that?
Cuz he thinks I'm a midget in a monkey suit. If he finds out I'm a real monkey it might make him mad or hornier. Either way, me and my butthole don't want to be here to find out.
Got it! So the bad man stays outside.
Hey Kevin, another of your stupid friends is here. He's wearing a bunny suit in the kitchen. He says "Hot Monkey Love" a lot whatever that means.
What the hell is wrong with your sister? I know nuns are trusting but the dude's a 40 year old man in a bunny suit! You don't let those kind of people inside your home!
What do mean "nun"? My sister's not a nun. She just wore an old Halloween costume to teach you a lesson.
Seriously? Well, it looks like it's time to get this monkey off my back. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
What was that? Did you hurt yourself?
Sorry. I've been watching a lot of CSI: Miami lately.
Uh, well, we don't always have to wear them. We sometimes just wear street clothes.
I've been thinking about you sending me to the sex addicts class and I've decided to turn over a new leaf. There is a lot I need to confess and I would love for you to hear my confessions.
I think that's a priest thing but since you are making a change I suppose I could listen.
45 minutes later
... and then I decided that doing it with conjoined twins would be twice as nice and by the way, did I ever explain to you what felching was? Well for me, when I do it, I like to use a straw ...
I really feel nauseous. I'm going to go take a nap and hope my mind buries this deep into my subconscious.
Things aren't so well. You've left me waiting a long long time. I got worried you were ditching me so I started to play with my ax.
You like it rough huh? Well let's waste no more time. I'll be in my room which is the last room on the left. It'll be dark cuz I like it that way, and if I start screaming it's because I want more.
Oh, and if you don't mind, I would love it if you called me "Tia" throughout the whole thing.
Al just left out of here in a hurry and his bunny suit was torn up.
At least all that screaming has stopped.
It has. We should go check your sister's room to see if she's okay.
Hey monkey, It smells like pennies and salt in here.
Reminds me of the time I slept with the hobo for bus fare. Which makes me think that we probably should not turn on the lights until we get you into intensive therapy.
What the hell happened in here man? Where's my sister.
I honestly wish I knew kid, but right now we've got to pack up and get the hell out of here.
I'm not leaving until I find out what happened.
Look kid, you can leave with me and visit beautiful Mexico where I promise I won't anal rape you, or you can stay here, go into the foster care system and take your chances.
Well, there goes another kid and home I was using. Oh well, the good thing is that most kids find monkeys cute and I should be able to find another one soon.
Sweet! It's a monkey! Hey monkey, want to go to my house and play?
Sure, but answer two questions first. Number one, does your dad live at home, and number two, which one of these women is your mom.
Mommy says daddy is away on a trip which is code for prison. And my mom is the one over there. Hey mom, come and meet my new monkey!
Awwww. Who's a cute monkey? You are. Yes you are.
Oh dear God in heaven! Must resist urge to suckle breasts, must resist urge to suckle breasts, must resist urge to ...
Listen lady, I'm not as tall as you are. I've got to pace myself.
Are you using your tail?
When I'm in the zone, I will use all I have to make things happen.
Wow! Well, when we're done moving the furniture around, we can hop into bed and you can show me your skills there, and no more questions about why we're rearranging the bedroom in the dark.
Let me introduce you to the mistress' sex toys, or as I like to call us, "The Crew." I'm Seth. The mistress picked me up to fulfill the "grabbing the bull by the balls" thing.
Hey, I'm Rosco. The mistress picked me up because I will lick peanut butter off of, and out of, anything. And I do mean anything.
I'm Scat. The mistress picked me up because she just liked the word play of "pussy."
Waz up? The mistress picked me up after reading about the whole Richard Gere/gerbil thing but couldn't find a gerbil on short notice.
As for me, let's just say I know the mistress isn't Jewish as she loves to eat pork.
If I wasn't so freaked out by that woman right now, I might just be falling in love with her.
I know this probably seems weird and all, but really it's not that bad.
I don't know. I'm not used to sharing, nor am I used to being the prey instead of the stalker. It's all so confusing.
I understand if this situation makes you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you need to look somewhere else to find what makes you happy.
But I've already hit all the parks, school yards, skating rinks, and Chuck E. Cheeses. Where else could I go to find vulnerable people to sucker into using?