Stalker Monkey!!!

Yesterday, I was in Port Jefferson with my friend Gwen, and our moms took us to Starbucks to hang out while our little brothers had an acting class together. So we were just talking, munching, and drinking soda,  and laughing our heads off almost every time the other said something. It was extremely fun. Now, this arrangement has been going on for a while, because the acting class has been going on for two months, every Tuesday. So every time, I tag along to hang out. Now, way  back at the first class, I brought along this little guy to show to Gwen:

So we were fooling around with it, tossing it in the air and stuff, and we got freaked out because EVERY TIME it landed, it landed on its butt, sitting there, facing us. So it was officially named 'The Stalker Monkey', and now it's our private joke and weird little game. Now, we usually go to this playground before Starbucks, and there are these two beautiful trees that are being strangled to death by English mistletoe. It's really horrible, and both being lovers and protectors of trees, we decided to put an end to it. So right before we left, I took my dad's Swiss army knife, which has one long blade, one short blade, a bottle opener, a pair of tweezers, a toothpick, a cork popper, a hole-puncher, an assortment of weird-shaped little sharp things, and a miniature saw, PERFECT for sawing off vines of English mistletoe. So we sawed away at the  playground while we chatted, and by the time we were ready to head to Starbucks, we had freed one of the trees. Victory was nigh, so we took a shortcut through the mall and went to Starbucks for a treat.  ****   We sat down at the little bar stools in a cozy nook inside the window with two bottles of  Izze, a cheese, fruit, and nut snack pack, and a blueberry scone. It was pretty nice, but there was some college-age geek tucked away in the corner watching Transformers on a laptop, so we didn't have total privacy, but it was good. He was wearing headphones though so I'm pretty sure he didn't hear anything. So anyway, the swiss army knife was in my pocket, and I took it and the monkey out to eat my scone. Then, once we had opened our soda, I put my bottle cap on the monkey like a little hat. It covered his eyes, though, and we both agreed that he looked like a gangster. It was very funny, and to complete the picture of junior delinquentism, I opened the  big knife and propped it up against him. It was totally hilarious, and Gwen and I took a bunch of pictures of stuff we saw/did at Starbucks, in the mall, and in the shop windows on the way back. So this is a post that YOU should be thankful for- thankful that you're not being stalked by a rabid, knife-wielding monkey!!........

.......................Welllllll............................................Just be careful. Because maybe you are!!

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