My friend Wally is heading up to Minneapolis for a few days -- good luck with the nine-degree weather, Wally.
Wally speaks with an endearing Norwegian clip to his voice, like the dialect you hear in the movie Fargo. He travels to Minnesota in the dead-of-winter for reasons fathomed by him and him only.
Perhaps he has an insatiable craving for lutefisk.
Anyway, Wally promises to deliver an up to the minute status report on the Brass Monkeys down there in the park by the Mississippi River.
His "report" is actually a long-standing joke that plays upon the ignorance of good folks who don't know anything about Brass Monkeys. These folks are thinking "chimps" while a few of us -- especially ex-Navy types -- know better.
Anyway, Wally'll let us all know when he gets back in-town whether or not the Brass Monkeys are still glued together.
While you're contemplating whether or not there is any relevant meaning to any of this, let me digress to the meat-and-potatoes of an old Shaggy Dog.
It's probably the first joke I ever learned...
This guy goes into the taxidermist with a suit case containing three dead pet chimpanzees.
He asks the taxidermist, "Can you stuff these for me?"
The taxidermist says, "Sure! We do it all the time. How would you like them mounted?"
To which the guy says, "Oh, please don't do that! Just set 'em up sitting side-by-side."
Yeah. Sure. Ya Betcha!
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