Dear Miss Monkey Manners Iv

Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I am writing to you for guidance if you please, I’m seeing a Howler Monkey who likes it when I’m on the stage doing my striptease. I can’t say that he’s not exuberant or that I feel unappreciated, But when he yells it will scare the pants right off of the uninitiated. If I’m up in the spotlight, doing the bump and grind or swinging from a pole, There’s a deafening howl and everyone drops their pants before I reach my goal. My boss would like it if my clothes came off Instead of those who watch me work. I’m afraid that he’ll tell my boyfriend to quiet down and then he’ll go berserk. I know that I’ll never do my best unless he’s there to watch me on the stage, How can I tell him to quiet down without hearing his howls of rage? Dear Gentle Reader, you may not know it but I’ve had some experience with peeling. When I used to come on stage to do my act the apes would stack up to the ceiling. I would hit the light dressed as a banana and invite them each to tug on my peel, I’d love to hear them all as they each gave out with a delighted simian squeal. One night while I was doing the act and about to land a banana split, I heard a yell from a Howler Monkey coming from the orchestra pit. His screams of joy were so sincere that I married him the very next day, My advice to you is to do the same and leave your boss nothing more to say. And if you keep your job doing the strip or end up writing a column like this, Trust me when I tell you that you’ll never get tired of hearing his howls of bliss.