The monkey are at it again.
I am out numbered.
My demise is inevitable.
As much as they plot and scheme, I had wondered if the monkeys truly had thought out what the true meaning of my death means to them.
Of course, after another "incident" I found this evidence.
Photos I found tucked around the house.
So basically, I'm screwed.
Ps. I am in no way endorsing any product, picture maker, food producer or my death in any way, shape or form.