Saturday, June 24th, 2006
Some girl sent us an email the other day saying that our articles are so retarded that a monkey could write for Drunk University.
“You’re damn fucking right,” I replied. Listen here, and you listen good. If you know any monkeys that can write, tell them to email us right away and we will have a job waiting for them that pays more bananas than they can even imagine with their puny monkey brain. You should probably warn the monkey that most of the Drunk University staff can get pretty rowdy, foulmouthed, and occasionally we throw our own feces, but if the monkey can handle that they are totally in.

The last monkey we had couldn’t write worth crap. We got him from the circus so I thought he would at least have a few stories about drunken bearded women to tell or something. Right before we booted him out he came and told us that his buddies had got drunk together and came up with “a romantic tragedy.” Assuming that I was about to read about a hilarious fatal stabbing of some sort, I grabbed the papers from his hairy little monkey hand.
Of course, after I read the first two lines (Two households, both alike in dignity / In fair Verona, where we lay our scene), I sent his tight little red babboon ass packing back to the circus.
Okay, you got me. This entire article was a ruse. The point was to prove that a monkey could actually write for Drunk University and now I have, for I am, in fact, a monkey! Yes, a monkey actually wrote the article you are reading now! All you monkey haters fell for it! You fucking drunks.
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