Me and my monkey

 

Artie had a bit of trouble with a monkey in a trench coat flashing. So it took a few tries and some manipulation to create this design based on the Beatle's song by the same name. It is also inspired by my dog who has a pink toy monkey that squeaks and chatters if you press it's belly. Normally she guts these types of toys to pull out the noise maker and the stuffing. We have several of her "babies" lying around the house like roadkill that she likes to chew on and shake. But the pink monkey has, for some reason, gone unscathed. And when she carries it around the words, "Everybody's got something to hide except Rosey and her pink monkey" come to mind. 

Fortunately the flashing monkey in this design is not anatomically correct. I don't think Artie's algorithm allows it to depict monkey penises. I'm not sure anyone would buy a t-shirt that has a monkey penis on it anyway. 

But you never know.

On a totally unrelated topic, the rains have stopped here and we are getting some of the heat the rest of the country is experiencing. It is, after all, the first day of summer. Not that that means anything.   But when I hear someone refer to a "heat wave" I think of the song "Heat Wave" by Irving Berlin and the lyrics, "We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave." 

I believe I have mentioned before that pretty everything reminds me of some song or song lyric. I have always been a firm believer that life should have a soundtrack.

Artie apparently has no problem depicting a hand on fire waving. It gave me several nice ones. I only rejected one because the hand had five fingers and a thumb. Apparently Artie loses track of how many appendages and digits people and animals have. It is probably a good thing that Artie doesn't do penises. And by "do" penises, I mean depict them (because I know where your minds were going with that one).  If Artie was allow to include penises, god knows how many it would have given the monkey. And none of us are ready for a monkey with more than one penis.

At least I'm not ready (in the figurative sense) for a monkey with multiple penises. 

I think the heat is getting to me.