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 |   It's a cyber bar owned by an imaginary monkey and operated by his minions. |
It was the last picture, and it told a story, a sad story. He should have never listened to that drunken monkey, but then, he was too far gone himself. Making money collecting and selling cow pies sounded easy enough until someone started tipping the cows. One may have been OK. However, the second third and fourth started mooing in ways that would send banshees fleeing on Halloween. His new iPhone 11 switched from telephoto to wide to extra-wide shots as the giggles wouldn't stop. That's when she showed up. There was no time to get to her side for a tip before she confronted him, spinning to face him. Like a rampaging bull, she went straight for him. Amazing backpedaling skill kept him ahead of her for a good thirty feet. Unfortunately, it was a stack of cow pies collected earlier that did him in. Dazed and on his back, the alcohol made it seem like he was being towered over by a giant fiberglass statue. Her eyes glaring with angry intensity, He still held his phone, and with only a booze brain to guide his actions, he posted one more time. |
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