There's long story behind this which I will not begin to attempt to cover at this time. I am sleep deprived.


For now let's leave it at 5 beady women from Michigan begin a Monkey cult... or as we like to put it, the M3-C (Mad Michigan Monkey Consortium).


Our motto "We have monkees and we know how to use them."

Yes! A flying monkey! Chalk it up to Susan and Sharon - we all had to have them!	Here we have Monkey getting ready for take-off - with a little help from a friend...	Curses! Foiled again!
Oh my! "Bad Monkey!" While at the resteraunt, I caught Monkey in my wallet! Shame! Shame!	At Jack's Stak's, Monkey with our waiter. Boy did we ever have to tip him well!	Monkeys flirt - and try to steal drinks.
Monkees can't hold their drinks - in more ways than one.	A five monkee plie up!	The two women responsible for the 3MC - Sharon and Susan. Last names withheld to protect the less than innocent.
Monkees get around - maybe too much...	Not again - do they have AA for monkees?	So that's what happened to my credit card!
What happens in Kansas City - stays in Kansas City...	Monkees make friends... they like new people.	Monkee "mustardbating" - not my pun...
We warned you! We have monkees and are not afraid to use them!	Monkey plays pinball.	Monkee Mojito - here we go again!
Good friends don't let monkees drink and fly...	Monkee on the loose!	Bad monkee! Bad!
An innocent bystander...	Monkee at work - time to payback the money from the wallet and the charges on the credit card!	Phoning in an authorization - hope he can be trusted...
Monkee model...	Monkee with beads...	Bungle in the jungle... monkees feel at home.
Lewis, Monkee. Monkee, Lewis. Not sure who got the worst of this one...	It's been a busy conference, "Night-night" monkees, pleasant dreams...