This is the type of email everyone who’s thinking of joining the get-J-Dawg-in-a-monkey-suit campaign should model their exhortations after:

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Dear J-Dawg,

Long time, no e-mail. How the hell are things? I really want to come down there and visit Mikey soon, so we’ll have to all hang out. The purpose of this e-mail is to get you to wear a monkey suit. Don’t ask questions: just believe me that it’s important. Hope you’re well, things are a-ok with me.

Sarah

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Doesn’t it just reek of single-minded sincerity? Anyway, Sarah’s busy trying to get transport to the U of I so she can join in on the fun. Anyone heading that direction should give her a ride or suffer infernally. As for Monks, he’s busy trying get the money for the monkey suit, so anyone with some extra cash, send it his way. Things can’t possibly any more perfect. Well, I suppose it would be slightly funner for me if I could be at that party and see Monks shed gorilla fur live, but one must be contented with long-distance mayhem.

Which reminds me of me favourite movie tagline: Mischief. Mayhem. Soap. No prizes for guessing which.

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Copyright © 2003 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.

~  A Monkey Boy in a Monkey Suit  ~
      Part 1 • While You Were Sleeping
      Part 2 • Troublemaker Me
      Part 3 • Troublemaker Her
      Part 4 • Jackpot!
      Part 5 • A Model Monkey
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