It was Mom's fault. She left a message with Mexican Monkey to come over and get drunk with her. Of course he came, he may not come over for a variety of reasons but for an offer to get drunk with Mom, how could he turn it down?
And, Mexican Monkey came alone. Adonis wasn't in the picture, though they texted each other through the night. Well, more like Adonis texting Mexican Monkey because it takes ten minutes for the monkey to type his name. He is clever though and quickly learned the proper responses to all texting, you know, LOL or whatever the fuck texting has brought the written word down to hyroglifics. That's why he loves Adonis to text. That way, Adonis might not catch on to what Mexican Monkey is doing, like getting drunk, or out with another boyfriend, or whatever clever little monkeys do at night. You can't text in a slur except maybe mix up the signals, like LO:( . He is such a clever little monkey.
Mom--she now has two boyfriends, one already jealous over the other and she hasn't met him in person as yet. It's an E-harmony thing. The new guy is nice, very nice in fact. Perhaps too nice for Mom's tastes. Mom likes it a little dirty, a little edgy and I can't blame her. Hell, a double burger with cheese and chili over a rice cake? There's a whole lot more burger joints around than rice cake eateries that I know of.
Mexican Monkey put his phone to my ear, so that I could hear for myself that Mom asked him over to get drunk with her. Why? Well, she's got all these moths flying around her flame and she is itchin' to burn. So does Mexican Monkey. He hasn't bed with Adonis. And until the relationship dissolves to the point where Mexican Monkey begs for just a pair of tighty-whities, sealed in a plastic bag for the monkey to remember him by, he'll be needin' to get drunk whenever the fuck he can. But that only happens after there's been actual sex and Mexican Monkey decides there are other banana trees to visit in the forest, perhaps even tastier bananas.
Poor, poor Mexican Monkey.
The two got drunk and of course I helped them out, plied them with alcohol and listened to their conversations of desire and the men in their lives. Oh, yes, nasty things too. It was a good night and once the two were laid out in different areas of the house, I cleaned up the mess and went to bed. Mom went home at three in the morning after waking Mexican Monkey that she was going. He climbed into her crib and I fed him in the morning before he went off to play at the factory.
He was so happy after a good drunk and Adonis still texting the happy monkey as he readied his face to face his workers as the Patron. Now if Mexican Monkey can dick Adonis, If he can have his wish for Adonis to grace his condo where the roses bloom and the sun always shines, than how so much more happy Mexican Monkey will be and when he is that happy--he drinks.
Poor, poor Mexican Monkey.
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