This god damn monkey is living his god damn best life right now. He’s giving up on the Green Acres life style and is heading to the treehouse nightclub that dreams are made of. If your dreams are made of lecherous bunny-ear-hat-clad fellas, chicks in denim short shorts, shrooms, and a presumably endless array of serious cocktails. And his best friend is a fucking snake. Come on.
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