Not so long ago, in the farthest reaches of inner space, in a Delano Grove a million leagues under the sea, there was a place. A place where there was no time, no pain, no right or wrong. Only song, only laughs. There were only Fuck Monkeys.
For many many years, too many to count on two hands, the Fuck Monkeys have kept themselves hidden. Not in a literal sense, in fact, Fuck Monkeys are all around you. We are your cooks, your crooks, your floorlayers, your phone sex operators. We are the Colbert Reporters, and the Strangers with Candy. The Foe Hammers, and the Goblin Cleavers. We are among you.
The renaissance has now begun. The Fuck Monkeys can once again Unite. Honk your horns even if you're not horny. Pull the string, ca-ching the cash register ring, equip your swine with rocket packs, and prepare to sing, prepare to smile. At least for a while. The Fuck Monkeys are coming...
Fuck monkey's in action!!
The main Fuck Monkey, and one of the producers of the Colbert Report, Mr.Matt Lappin
HEY JACK ASS, I'm with the Jerky Boy's... get with the fuckin` program, and join the street team!!!!
