Night of The Shriner Monkey

I was about 13 and boy! Did I not know what I was doing… I had discovered an old dusty book in the attic of my grandfather’s house. The book read on the cover “Book of the Dead” Mistake 1 – read a freaking book entitled “Book of the Dead!” I soon became fixated with the literature in the book. It was as if a life force emanated from it. I say this because it felt as …showed first 75 words of 566 total…

…showed last 75 words of 566 total…a garbled mess of shriner monkey pulp. I had won. I woke up to the sound of ruckus laugher. Sanford and Son was on the TV. I chuckled as I watched the hilarious antics of Sanford. I had learned a lesson on this night, don’t trust a shriner monkey – don’t give em’ change the next time you pass on, don’t give em’ a damn cent. Shriner monkeys are not to be trusted.