Posted on 12/09/2012 7:05:31 PM PST by nickcarraway
Excitement turns to deflation as rhesus monkey gets same old gift
Open-mouthed with excitement, this monkey looked like any child on Christmas morning as he got stuck into opening his presents at Longleat Safari Park.
What was going to be inside the wrapping paper? Some berries? Strawberries? Anything to break the monotony of his daily diet of bananas, surely.
But as he ripped the wrapping away, his faced turned to shock and then apparent horror as the awful truth was revealed - there was to be no respite.
Despite having to make do with yet more bananas, it wasn't all bad news - the rhesus monkey and his friends were given Santa signs to play with.
They seemed happy as they monkeyed around and took it in turns to run around with and hide behind the signs.
The cheeky mammals weren't the only ones to receive gifts, with the safari park's gorillas not left out.
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Those are actually pretty tame as far as Christmas novelty socks go. There are far more, shall we say ... exuberant examples to be found.
Shuuush!...an old fashioned “heavy” fruitcake in a fancy Christmas can has a longer shelf life than any precooked food known to man!
Ho, Ho, Ho!
It’s still a big deal in many families.Including mine.
In our house, it wouldn’t be Christmas for my child without a wrapped package of socks. The socks are an enduring symbol of lovingly gifting a need, and a reminder that the shiny toys are less important than the loving intent.
My child appreciated the gift of plain socks at Christmas increasingly more every year, as she has matured into a young adult.
This year, there won’t be much under the tree, but as long as there are socks, we will celebrate a very Merry Christmas!
I looked at that link too. There’s one beautiful, blonde woman on there. She reminds me of an actress, but can’t think who. Her transformation is so sad and scary. Meth is bad enough, but they have something in Russia that eats people’s flesh down to the bone. Oh my goodness. I know life is painful, but I can’t even imagine being that messed up...and I’m not saying that disparagingly. It’s heartbreaking.
I would always darn my socks (darn it, socks again).
I would always darn my socks (darn it, socks again).
Apparently that girl was cooking meth and it blew up and burned her pretty face off. Wonder if she gave the stuff up?
I think i read once that only 5% of women addicted to meth ever get off it.
Playing cruel tricks on animals always brightens my holiday season! /s
Just hell on earth. Poor fools.
You know, Sid, I really like bananas...I mean, I know that's not profound or nothin'....Heck! We all do...but for me, I think it goes much more beyond that.
In our family, we are gifted socks...and a big, fluffy bath towel each year...those giant-sized ones that usually cost $15-20 each at JC Penney. I once thought it an odd gift....but now I love it.
When Grandma was still living, we also received new dish towels every year. A couple of years ago, I actually had to BUY dish towels for the first time in my life...made me miss her!
The people that gave the banana’s were obviously racist. What they really wanted was a bucket of chicken, an RC Cola, and a Moon Pie.
My teenage grandchildren fight over the NIKE socks I buy them...It’s too funny....cuz they could easily buy themselves 100 pairs.
My godmother/aunt used to make fruitcakes and preserve them in peach shine in Mason jars. They lasted for years.
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