Monkey Squeezle

Friday of last week, Big Dawg came into work with a package for me.

It seems that P-Ziddy found little Squeezles here several weeks ago. According to the 'Zid, the little plastic purple monkey ball practically screamed "I'm for Jeff!" and jumped off the shelf. See, he's a monkey, and he's a stress ball, but those weren't what made P-Ziddy's eyes fill with tears of pure joy.

Little Squeezles has a hinder.

Honestly, if you don't think "monkey butt" when you think of me, you're just not paying attention.

The gift sack was amusing all by itself. It was adorned with the memory of ribbon. P-Ziddy's cat had been snackin' on the bows. He intended to give it to me just like that, saying, "The kitty vandalism just makes it funnier." Big Dawg cut off all the mutilated ribbons, saying, "No, it doesn't."

I owe much to Big Dawg, Comedy Policeman (and Novelty Courier).

Once the package was delivered, Big Dawg sent a text message to P-Ziddy that said, "Jeff haz monkey butt."

Obviously, the appropriate response for such a statement is, "Yes, but did you give him the Squeezle?"