WE'RE PRETTY SURE THIS ALREADY IS THE NAME OF A ROCK BAND
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Ah, New York. Where men are men and women eat monkey meat.
Posted by: Meditrina | November 25, 2007 at 03:59 PM
They'll be callin' her, "Ebola Mary."
Posted by: CJrun | November 25, 2007 at 04:06 PM
The delicacies today are snake & monkey meat. My appetite is gone.
Posted by: daisymae | November 25, 2007 at 04:06 PM
daisymae - your APEtite is gone.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 25, 2007 at 04:07 PM
daisy, there's some leftover spider too, in case you're still hungry.
Posted by: Meditrina | November 25, 2007 at 04:12 PM
Rhesus pieces.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 25, 2007 at 04:47 PM
*Simian snork* @ Annie! (And ewwww...)
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 25, 2007 at 04:50 PM
Annie,
Sounds like you're a fan of Get Fuzzy :)
So am I.
Get Fuzzy
Posted by: Kristina L. | November 25, 2007 at 04:51 PM
Kristina - absolutely - luv that cat. I couldn't remember where I'd heard that term before, so thanks.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 25, 2007 at 04:54 PM
Yum! Tastes like hominid. Er, so I'm told....
Posted by: Darwin | November 25, 2007 at 06:04 PM
According to allmusic.com, there are bands named:
Monkey Beat
Monkey Gone Mad
Monkey Boy
Monkey Siren
Monkey Head
Monkey Death Machine
Monkey Chuck
Monkey in a Mansuit
Monkey Magic
Monkey Monks
Monkey Bowl
Monkey Circus
Monkey, Don't!
Monkey Island
Monkey Jacket
Monkey Puzzle
Monkey Zero
Monkey Shop
Monkey Love
Monkey Hustle
but sadly, no Monkey Meat
Posted by: Wavey | November 25, 2007 at 06:41 PM
Meet the Monkees.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 25, 2007 at 07:51 PM
Great green gobs of something, something gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, little birdies dirty feet...
Someone please stop me.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | November 25, 2007 at 08:13 PM
something, something = greasy, grimy
Sorry, cw, I'm no showstopper.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 25, 2007 at 08:20 PM
That Chinese monkey-poster needs to be spanked.
But isn't spanking the monkey, well, um.. nevermind.
Posted by: PiratweBoy | November 25, 2007 at 09:55 PM
THAT is the longest doggone spam I've ever seen here. Spam, spam, spammity spam!
Posted by: DeskDiva | November 25, 2007 at 10:11 PM
What really gets my blood pressure climbing is the fact that this person who flouts all kinds of regulations and has a history of unstable beahaviour was allowed to become a US citizen, whereas the INS is sticky about letting me in on a permanent visa. Go figure. Maybe the fact that I blog here disqualifies me.
Posted by: Mot The Hoople | November 26, 2007 at 02:27 AM
Thanks Meanie, I can now return to my regular program, already in progress.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | November 26, 2007 at 09:01 AM
Here in the great Pocono northeast we have a local delicacy. Ground bologna mixed with mayo and pickle relish. It's called Monkey Meat. I could just send her the recipe.
Posted by: Layzeeboy | November 26, 2007 at 10:58 AM
"Monkey Meat" (sometimes spelled "Monkey Meet") is a great funky instrumental by one of my favorite bands from New Orleans, the Radiators. They've been around almost 30 years - I'd bet most of the gang here would like them. See www.theradiators.org. They do hundreds of originals and a long list of covers from classic artists like the Beatles, Stones, Who, etc and many blues, funk and R&B obscurities as well. Plus they throw big parties for their fans. If the RBRs were real pro musicians and knew a couple thousand songs, they'd sound like this, maybe.
Posted by: Bill from Pgh | November 26, 2007 at 03:43 PM