Huh…according to the placemat at the Mandarin Restaurant I went to on Sunday, I was born in the year of the Monkey.
I guess I no longer have the need to be on heightened alert.
Or, since I was born in the year of the monkey, do I always have to be at an elevated alert level?
Sure, the year of the monkey has ended Frank, but will you be prepared for the year of the Ninja whenever it is?(my placemat didnt say ninja in English, but since i dont read chinese i assume that it was hidden from me).
Anyone know where they actually came up with what animals would represent what year?? I mean where is the year of the cow?!? Are Cows not high enough up in the animal hierarchy ladder to have a year? At what status does one gain the prestige of a year? Do the lions, being the “king,” get to decide on what animals get a year? What if no one animal gains the majority of the popular vote, does it then go to a form of an electoral voting system???
I’m keeping my MAS up at orange. Who knows – those monkey ninjas could be planning a strike to overthrow the year of the chicken/rooster. Be forewarned.
On a completely unrelated note, a mysterious prophecy once said that 2008 will be known as “The Year of the Blended Puppy”. By the time this occurs, we shall all know why.
Well, I guess this parody kinda works…
SHOCK THE MONKEY!
Cover me when I run for office
Cover me through the MSM fire
Frankj shot me out’ the trees
Now I’m on my knees
Cover me, John Kerry please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know when you’re going to shock the monkey
Fox the foxnews
Michael Moore is fat
You can blend the puppy
Glenn Reynolds all about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
the Democrats are evil
Darling, don’t you monkey with Clintons monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey
Iraq society turning
Terrorists are burning
Osama Don’t like it but I guess he’s learning
Shock! – watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I blog
Cover me, when I troll
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make Moore hungry for another pork rind
Cover me, Hillary please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey
DNC at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking-Kerry serverd in ‘nam
Shock! – watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey —and feed him to Michael Moore
My gf prefers to call it the year of the Cock. Then she reminds me it’s my year.
There’s a message in there somewhere for sure.
Wish she’d just give me a fortune cookie instead.
The year of the Chicken, however, has just begun . . .
Huh…according to the placemat at the Mandarin Restaurant I went to on Sunday, I was born in the year of the Monkey.
I guess I no longer have the need to be on heightened alert.
Or, since I was born in the year of the monkey, do I always have to be at an elevated alert level?
It just means you’re always suspect to us, Laura.
Yes, this is the year of the Dragon. I am a Dragon btw. RAAARRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr
Don’t fall for it Frank.
They’re just trying to make you lower your guard.
Sure, the year of the monkey has ended Frank, but will you be prepared for the year of the Ninja whenever it is?(my placemat didnt say ninja in English, but since i dont read chinese i assume that it was hidden from me).
Wha…? The year of monkey’s over? Then what was that turd on the hood of my car!?
Jack,
If it was green and full of corn, I suspect it was Iran.
Anyone know where they actually came up with what animals would represent what year?? I mean where is the year of the cow?!? Are Cows not high enough up in the animal hierarchy ladder to have a year? At what status does one gain the prestige of a year? Do the lions, being the “king,” get to decide on what animals get a year? What if no one animal gains the majority of the popular vote, does it then go to a form of an electoral voting system???
Frank,
you are such a sweet talker :p
yeah frank u r such a sweet talker swoon flutter
Be still my beating heart.
I’m keeping my MAS up at orange. Who knows – those monkey ninjas could be planning a strike to overthrow the year of the chicken/rooster. Be forewarned.
On a completely unrelated note, a mysterious prophecy once said that 2008 will be known as “The Year of the Blended Puppy”. By the time this occurs, we shall all know why.
Well, I guess this parody kinda works…
SHOCK THE MONKEY!
Cover me when I run for office
Cover me through the MSM fire
Frankj shot me out’ the trees
Now I’m on my knees
Cover me, John Kerry please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know when you’re going to shock the monkey
Fox the foxnews
Michael Moore is fat
You can blend the puppy
Glenn Reynolds all about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
the Democrats are evil
Darling, don’t you monkey with Clintons monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey
Iraq society turning
Terrorists are burning
Osama Don’t like it but I guess he’s learning
Shock! – watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I blog
Cover me, when I troll
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make Moore hungry for another pork rind
Cover me, Hillary please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey
DNC at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking-Kerry serverd in ‘nam
Shock! – watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey —and feed him to Michael Moore
Want to see the end of the world? Go to
http://wimp.com/karatemonkey/
HA! Over? It’s NEVER over! Release the FLYING monkeys! Bwah-hahahahahahaaaaaaaa…-cough-… ha.
I suggest Frank J.
Year of the dragon? I thought this was the year of the cock!
It happens every year. There must be thousands of people still writing “Year of the Monkey” on their checks.
Its the year of the Rooster to be exact, and there is a year of the cow we call it the Ox or the Bull or the Buffalo but its still a bovine.
The year of these monkeys and roosters, etc. is in this particular order because that’s the order they were in when they got off Noah’s Ark.
good one Ernie!
My gf prefers to call it the year of the Cock. Then she reminds me it’s my year.
There’s a message in there somewhere for sure.
Wish she’d just give me a fortune cookie instead.