Eryn asked, "Why?" So I pulled him from the bag and set him on the kitchen table. She looked at him a minute quizzically, poked his tail, and then had a satisfied look.
"What were you thinking?" I asked.
"It's his tail," she affirmed. "I thought it was his penis."
My purchase was justified.
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I don't think the company wants you to spend your MIP $ on a monkey with a penis.
Actually, I think they do.
It's a nontoxic penis/tail. Can't say that about some i see in clinic (tails *OR* penises).
RU a manager at a major international corporation?
I can't imagine I'm the first manager at a major international corporation to spend some of his MIP on a questionable monkey.
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