What’s the deal, monkeys? You already fling your poop anywhere you please, you’re always naked, and I’m pretty sure you don’t need to try to forget how you were just passed up for that promotion down at the steel mill. And I’m also guessing you kids aren’t too shy around the ladies, y’know, cause of the whole “scampering around with my ass and balls hanging out” thing you’ve got going. So why are you all alcoholics? I’ll let it slide though, because the thought of a little capuchin running around with a tiny monkey-sized jug of moonshine makes me giggle.
Anyways, if that video isn’t proof that we descended from monkeys, then I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Which actually doesn’t really make sense, since if we descended from monkeys I’d actually be a monkey’s nephew, or at the very least second cousin once removed.
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