Monkeys make horrible spouses. And beer is not something you should drink in a huge amount when you visit the zoo.
“EEEEEEEP!” screeched Malai.
“Coming dear,” my brother replied to his wife. His monkey. I had to bite my lip to restrain from laughing as we entered his bedroom. Well, their bedroom.
It had been turned pink and brown. Pink for all of Malai’s stuff. Brown for.. well, you know. She is a monkey, what do you expect?
“EEEP!” She wailed as she dove onto him when he walked through the door. He collapsed, and I could not restrain myself any longer. I couldn’t breathe, I was laughing so hard.
“Shut up, Lilly! This is not funny!” he yelled as he tried to pull Malai off of him.
“Chill out, Mike! And you know it’s funny!” I managed between bursts of laughter as Malai shoved her fingers in his mouth.
He sighed and managed to throw his screeching wife onto the bed before making a run for it.