Monkey Story

When I was in Vietnam we had a pet monkey named coco that lived in our tent for awhile. He was some weird looking little fucker. My pal Russ found him somewhere but I don't know where and he started to stay with us. I thought he was ok and kinda funny until one day we were gone all day and we came back and the little shit had gotten into our stuff. He sprayed toothpaste and shaving cream all over the damn tent and he ate up stuff and tore things and I swear to all things holy it looked like a hurricane hit the tent. Coco went away after that.

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