Posted: April 5, 2010 in Memories of things that didn't happen
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Justin handed me a printout of the Google Maps Streetview of my parent’s place in Cottonwood.  There was a large blank lot where the barn should have been.

“Ah yes,” I said.  “This was before we built the barn for the animal sanctuary.

Three Years Earlier

Kevin, Tomas, and I were busy at work putting up the rafters to go in the new barn.  It would house the sanctuary’s monkey population.  The monkeys were lending a hand, climbing up the walls on specially made rigs to hand us hammers and nails.  Tomas took a break to go cuddle with some of the baby monkeys, cradling them in his arms.

I called down to him, “Tom, quit playing with those damn monkeys and help us!”

“They’re not monkeys, they’re apes you son of a bitch!”  Sure enough, they were in fact chimpanzees.  At Tomas’ swearing, one of the chimps jumped down from his arms and said, “Oooh, you used a bad word!  I’m telling!” and then ran off into the bushes.

  1. Steven says:

    Something has to be wrong with my subconscious, for my dreams are never this entertaining.

    Also, I find it awesome how often the Nerd Club makes cameos.

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