Business Monkey has got a fist full of dollars burning his fingerprints off, and he wanted to get rid of them ASAP. I tried to get him to play Shark Tank (I was even willing to let him be Mark Cuban) and invest in this new idea I had for edible dish cleaning sponges (the best food particles are going to waste, people), but he wasn't interested. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he needed to get out of the house, to see where his riches could take him, so we gassed up the Hyundai and went on an adventure. Where could we possibly go and spend that hard earned cash that was driving my simian companion so insane?
Now it's about this point I had to stop taking pictures at the request of a giant doorman by the name of Tank who politely suggested I leave the camera in the car. It was more the barbed wire tattoo around his neck that I spotted as soon as we parked, but there are more forms of communication than verbal am I right? You don't stay alive as long as I have by not noticing these subtle details. So while the pictures may be scarce, I'll do my best to relive the hijinks for you.
It must have been a slow day because when we walked in we were immediately swarmed like we were making the routine gold delivery. Coming in from the bright afternoon sun you need time for your eyes to acclimate to the much darker interior of the club, and thankfully for me Business Monkey laid a hand across my chest, cautioning me not to settle for a particular girl just yet. Once my pupils had dilated I realized the favor he did me, because it looked like we were being attacked by extras from The Walking Dead. Their sell-by-date having long passed, we pushed our way through and headed to the bar. The bartender was a youngish man, maybe with a chromosomal issue, who after getting our drinks asked if we'd like to buy his new mix tape cause it's "hot fire". Business Monkey was having none of it, and his financial-advising bird was more into classic rock anyway, so he gripped his wad of cash tighter as he nursed his drink. A look of despair had fallen over his face, as if coming here had been nothing but a disappointment. I was more concerned about the rat tugging at my laces in what was an obvious attempt to steal my shoes. Suddenly, just when investing in my business start up was beginning to look like the better alternative, he spotted her.
The lonely, green-eyed beauty. She cast a shy glance his way that sent his heart a flutter and blew a cool breeze through his stack of money. He hopped up on the bar, sauntered over to her, and began searching her hair for bugs. Her hair devoid of tasty insect snacks, he picked her hand up, kissed it, then showered her with good old fashioned American currency. Business Monkey feels no pain when he makes it rain!
Aren't adventures fun? I think so, but I'm sure you're also curious what I think about the actual toy itself. Having been a fan of
Joe Ledbetter's work since I've been collecting designer toys, I feel this is one of the best representations of his work to date. It's hard to explain, but it really captures the 2 dimensional aspects of his work in 3D. More so than when his art appears on an existing platform toy.
His best toys are always the ones specifically designed with his art in mind, so you can properly appreciate the world in which they exist in his head. And how can you go wrong with and angry monkey with a money hungry bird perched on his tail? You can't, it's impossible.
Now you obviously need one of these guys to take on your own adventures to whatever hillbilly gentlemen's establishments exist where you live, so I'm gonna tell you how to get one. This Thursday, March 12th, these suckers will go live on
https://www.munkyking.com/ for your buying pleasure. At only $90 each, they're a heck of a bargain cause they're freakin' huge. For real, I had to clear off a gigantic space just to have somewhere to house him in between lap dances.
And you get a free box for your cat to sit in AT NO EXTRA CHARGE!
"The box could use more fart smells." - Jorah
