Well, a friend of mine...a friend who steals things, shows up at my door tonight, and asks me if I would like to buy a monkey for $3000. Owning a real live monkey, is the true dream of any boy, no matter the age. Deep down inside, we all have a need for monkeys, you just don't realize it until you think about the possiblilities a monkey can offer. So, I sit down with my dear friend from the black market, and start to converse with him about making the purchase. Me, being a middle class, 17 year old without a job, didn't have $3000 dollars to hand to a stolen monkey dealer, nor did I have anything close to it. I bartered him down to $1500, but, I was $500 short. I asked my girlfriend (Tiffy), who was playing Maple Story for me at the time, to ask my fellow onrpg members if they would Western Union me $500 for a monkey. This, was obviously a LAST RESORT, because, I knew it was hopeless. So, here I sit, (eventually) calmed down by my girlfriend, monkeyless. I see now, the joys a monkey could bring would only be snatched away, by either the police, animal control, or a knife fight with another monkey. Maybe some day, I will have a monkey from the black market, but today was not that day.
Fine you hustler here is the money for the female monkey also. Damnit that was the only good picture of money I had and you take it all for your stupid monkeys!
My Encounter With A Stolen Monkey.
