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Rupert, the Dead Monkey
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I don't keep a quote board anymore, but sometimes things are said that are just too weird to not post. This conversation happened last night just as Rob and I were getting ready for bed.

Me: If a genie came up to you and was willing to grant you one wish, and just one wish, what would you wish for?
Rob: A dead monkey.
Me: What?
Rob: A dead monkey. I could make him dance. And name him Rupert. And put a little hat on his head. *makes monkey noises*
Me: I see. And what would you do with this dead monkey?
Rob: Make him dance. Oh! And rent him out to children. Hey kid, if you give me a quarter I'll let you play with my dead monkey. His name is Rupert and he likes to dance. Watch him dance! *makes more monkey noises*
Me: I guess you could also take him to Angels games. Your own dead rally monkey?
Rob: Rupert likes you. *makes more monkey noises*

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Your Summer Anthem is Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson

Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Your summer will be marked by heartache - but mostly happiness.



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