Thursday, July 15, 2010

Request Week: Day 3

After a day off, request week continues.

George suggested that I draw "A sad monkey with his arm around a bottle of scotch."




 A tragic misunderstanding of the concept of evolution drove Kyle to the bottle. He waited, with dread in his heart, for the day he would turn into a human.

4 comments:

Jason Dubinsky said...

I just peed myself a little bit.

Anonymous said...

My Dad once owned a monkey named Joe. Joe had a drinking problem. He would steal your beer. When you attempted to take it back he would show his teeth and refuse to give it back. One day Joe grabbed a oil can (oil cans and beer cans looked the same back in the day) and started to drink. My Dad and his friends attempted to take the can away from Joe. They failed and Joe died. This picture reminded me of that story. RIP Joe.

-K. Gaud

gcourage said...

Lola, as I posted on Facebook, I love it. Now some background...
My oldest brother John had a pet monkey while he was serving in Vietnam in 1968-69. The monkey's name was...George. They had many adventures together. He used to like to sit on the fence at the base perimeter and throw rocks at the natives when they walked by. This made him very unpopular with the local population. He eventually came to a bad end when one of the said locals was able to lure him off of base property and capture him. He was never seen again. I sometimes think of that monkey nursing a bottle of Scotch somewhere, and thinking..."man, I was this close to going to America.."

Lola Cutter Hensel said...

awww... so many sad monkey stories!