I cannot resist a good monkey story. I am drawn to them like a shark to a bucket of chum. Like the story last week of a monkey operating a robotic arm with it's brain. That amazed me.Monkeys crack me up, always have. Especially when they blow raspberries or work with an organ grinder. Put a funny hat or glasses on a chimp and I'll laugh. Have them smoking a cigarette and I'm the floor. How about a monkey washing a cat? I could laugh so hard that a little pee might come out. Monkey washing a cat, good times.
I recently heard a monkey story that a had to look into.
I preface this little tale by saying that I haven't exhausted all my journalistic skills here. Some of this may be apocryphal. But come on, I'm not Dan Rather - wait, bad example - I'm not Walter Cronkite. That's better. This is YesButNoButYes, our silly, rubbish blog, not The Washington Post.
It's my understanding that it is illegal to kill a monkey in India. This is in large part out of respect to the monkey god Hanuman. I'm sure that if I was Hindu, Hanuman would be my favorite god. Even more so than that elephant babe with the four arms. Since you cannot exterminate the little buggers, they run rampant. My buddy Joel spent some time in India and he had a book of monkey shagging pictures. They were boning everywhere and causing all kinds of mischief. Well, not all monkeys are as well behaved as Cheetah in the Tarzan films. There are monkey criminals. Stealing fruit from vendors, attacking tourists, throwing rocks at the kiddies, I think one robbed a bank with an AK-47, some bad monkeys.




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