Hey everyone! On 4/11 I noticed this broach advertised in the NYT and wondered...
"What does this diamond assed monkey mean to me?" Here before us is a most treasured antique which many will never be able to afford much less want in any way, but the context it creates as a marketing opportunity astounds me in its unending nonsensicalness and infinite source of subconscious punch lines that leave me grinning unexplainably at my complete and utter lack of need or want for this item. I'm dancing with joy in my mind when I look at it. It's a classic David Cross bit waiting to be written.
I beg of you all, please comment with what this monkey means to you metaphorically or a joke you would write about it.
If I get enough steem from this post, I will buy the diamond ass monkey broach and send you all a photo of it attached to my favorite sweater.
💙🖖🙈🙉🙊