My friend Sweater Chicken broke the news to me this morning that the Mystery Monkey of Tampa was captured after about three years eluding The Man. Drugged up. Caged. Renamed. Ugh. It’s like the saddest movie in the world.
Much love to you, Cornelius. Here’s hoping you find a lady friend in your new home with whom you can make a baby. You can name him Caesar.
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