WAIT UNTIL THEY GET HOLD OF CRACK
Drunk baboons plague Cape Town's exclusive suburbs
(Thanks to Bill Hudgins)
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August 30, 2010
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Cape Town baboons tied one on,
doo dah, doo dah,
Passin' out on sauvignon
oh doo dah day.
Posted by: trustf8 | August 30, 2010 at 09:32 AM
*yawn* We in the Southern USA just call it "Spring Break"...
Posted by: Allen at Division | August 30, 2010 at 09:33 AM
Didn't the Cape Town Baboons play Manchester United in the World Cuppy Thingy?
Posted by: Punkin | August 30, 2010 at 09:42 AM
Mot, do you know anything about this?
Posted by: nursecindy | August 30, 2010 at 09:52 AM
Cape town burbs are gettin' mad,
doo dah, doo dah,
Drunken' baboons actin' bad,
oh doo dah day.
Gonna blow 'vuzelas all night,
Gonna blow 'vuzelas all day...
They better leave, then! (or they'll wish they had)
Guns gonna blow 'em away.
ok.
i'll stop now.
Posted by: trustf8 | August 30, 2010 at 09:56 AM
one more, for dave ;)
Cape Town baboons got some blow,
doo dah, doo dah
Swiped Hilton's purse at the soccer show
oh doo dah day...
Posted by: trustf8 | August 30, 2010 at 09:59 AM
Was this another hoax by a bored St. Louis teenager...?
Posted by: Wes S. | August 30, 2010 at 10:12 AM
This would NOT be a problem in Texas.
Or Louisiana, where they've probably already got a recipe for Baboon Gumbo. Which, incidentally, WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: bonmot | August 30, 2010 at 10:21 AM
i am in the state capital of new yawk. drunk babboons is what we calls our elected officials.
Posted by: queensbee | August 30, 2010 at 11:02 AM
I swear I thought this was another "back to college" story.
Posted by: Steve | August 30, 2010 at 12:04 PM
I thought it was a story about a rock band. Still not sure that it isn't.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | August 30, 2010 at 12:25 PM
*Tosses tf8 some more fermented grapes*
Posted by: NotSherly | August 30, 2010 at 12:46 PM
What did the grape say when Trustf8 stomped on it?
Nothing. It just let out a litte whine . . .
Posted by: bonmot | August 30, 2010 at 02:03 PM
^l
Posted by: bonmot | August 30, 2010 at 02:51 PM
♫ SMACKS tf8 upside da head. doo dah, doo dah...♬
Posted by: Siouxie | August 30, 2010 at 03:50 PM
"Lunch parties in the garden are now just impossible," a homeowner complained. "It is so unrelaxing.
I can sympathize - I have much the same problem with our local rats. It's not so much the thuggish thievery and threats that are the trouble; they're mostly armed now, and the constant trading of gunfire with the rats next door has made our garden luncheon parties so unrelaxing I could just plotz.
Posted by: MrToad | August 30, 2010 at 04:08 PM
I (not eye), for one, welcome our new baboon masters.
Posted by: Phill McAvity | August 31, 2010 at 02:28 AM
My SIL, who lives on the slopes of the mountain, came home to find all her linen pulled out onto the floor and baboon crap everyhere. They send in the babies to open the windows from the inside.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | August 31, 2010 at 10:12 AM
"How can you shoot the babies?"
"Ya just don't lead 'em as much."
Posted by: bonmot | August 31, 2010 at 10:23 AM