these cultural darwinists always seem
to frame their arguments with
something akin to:
        oh... when i was five...
         well done!
                     i'm not jealous...
     ridicule / sarcasm can be mistaken
for that sort of emotional content...
  how about you sit on a balcony
with two macaque monkeys
             and end up feeding them
                 sugar bags... and then tea...
without water...
                     and then wonder:
    why are they getting all ******* crazy?
honest to god... i spent 2 weeks in kenya...
the highlight?
              the macaque monkeys...
   + the baboon that was a somalian pirate
        who raided the tourists' cafeteria...
              and the other baboon with
             haemorrhoid growths on its plump
pink protruding buttocks...
                     that was fun...
               so yeah... kenya...
                         chilling during the day...
macaques going bonkers on the sugar...
  chilling during the night...
        macaques going bonkers paranoid: it's a snake!
  africa is weird...
      in europe it's not even like we get owls
roosting in outer-suburbia cooing...
                      in africa?
         you can sit outside in the night and still
chance to hear a monkey twitching
or talking in its sleep...
                   but i really don't know how the colonial
powers that once were managed it...
                2 weeks in... and i was like:
get me the **** out of here!
             the heat was unbearable!
                        but it's true... they always
tell this story: oh, when i was five... clap clap clap...
          oh when i was seven... hoorah!
and when i chilled out with two macaque monkeys
on a balcony... trying to forgive the kenyan
      noon sun...
        while watching a somali baboon
                             raid the tourists' cafeteria...
well... **** happens...
                                 to be honest though...
     the most soothing senstation runs through you
falling asleep in kenya in the night, watching
the ocean... on a deck chair...
       you put an unfinished glass of brandy
near your head... you wake up in the morning...
and you're like: who the **** stole my brandy!
                     ah... but it's all about the macaques...
and the somali baboon pirates...
              baboons are really obnoxious *******...
they're not exactly cheeky like the macaques
          due to their size...
                            strong *******...
             i'd say half the size of a chimpanzee...
    ah ****... but seeing haemorrhoids on a baboon's
protruding ***?
                           let me tell you... that's a cure
                              for wanting to see the Eiffel tower
after seeing what i said prior.