"giant monkey movies"We're in the midst of a boom market for giant monkey movies. Simian cinema is having a resurgence on television and theatre screens worldwide -- and I've caught the wave. I love them.
I've been looking forward to "King Kong," so it was ironic I backed into him at the mall (pictured, right).He scared the bejesus out of me. I dropped my Coke and got what tastes like chimp fur on my Gobstoppers.
I'm still picking it off. (I hate to dip candy in a dipilatory cream.)
I should have bought the Mike and Ike. I've never tasted Mike and Ike, due to my name. I'm always afraid they'd make me feel gay or something.
Neither a Mike nor an Ike has ever touched these pliant, tremulous lips. Nope, I am a married man and my lips are reserved for her cooking.Maybe if I separated all of the Mikes into one pile and all of the Ikes into another. But, then, I'd have the dilemma, which gent do I eat?
I mean, if I eat Ike, is that, like, socially acceptable? Especially, after singling him out. It's not weird is it?
Those Mikes are admittedly cute, as I would expect, but eating Mike, for me, would be kind of incestuous AND cannibalistic.
On the other hand, I have never been an advocate of wasting a perfectly good Mike.I only want to be politically correct. Don't make me do bad.
I'm so flustered over Mike and Ike, I refuse to contemplate the implications of sucking Rainbow Nerds.
There I go getting sidetracked. I've used up all of my Kong time. I've got more to write about him. He's a big subject--
OH, HELL! Look at that giant lizard!!
I just noticed that slimy monster in the photo. At the mall, with all the confusion and the clean-up, I saw Kong there, but never--
Great. I knocked over my Coke.
To Be Continued
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