That chimp would probably rip our arms off MA or not.

**Virus** · Posted On: 12/16/2005 1:26am

Who wants to volunteer to teach BJJ to a chimp? Personally I don't want one lying on top of me.

**Dagon Akujin** · Posted On: 12/16/2005 2:08pm

Originally Posted by Virus

Who wants to volunteer to teach BJJ to a chimp? Personally I don't want one lying on top of me.

My balls hurt just thinking about that. You know those things bite?

:XXspermy:

**Jerry_Sizzler** · Posted On: 12/16/2005 3:34pm

Originally Posted by Peter H.

Man, I can tell you about some sick/scary things I've seen involving primates.

so are you going to tell us or not, you god damned monkey tease!

**Peter H.** · Posted On: 12/16/2005 3:52pm

Originally Posted by Jerry_Sizzler

so are you going to tell us or not, you god damned monkey tease!

Going way off topic...but you asked

Babboons are just about the most horrid creatures on the planet.

In every cage, there was a rock pile for climbing on, the biggest, nastiest, meanest babboon would sit on top, and the closer the babboon was to him, the higher up in the cage heirarchy he was.

The ones at the top would abuse the ones below for amusement. The babboons at the bottom, usually huddled as far from the rock pile as possible would be missing their tails, fingers and toes, as the other babboons would pounce on them and a group would hold him down while the other ripped/bit digits off.

When a new babboon was introduced to a cage, a group would hold him down while the leader raped him. They would only do this at night, because to do it during the day would invite the waterhose to break it up. So at night, you would hear the screams, sometimes for an hour at a time. You would see them doing this as you walked by the cages.

The night caretaker was Russ. A slightly crazy oldman with one eye. It's a night where only him and I are back in the cage area. I walk past a cage and see that one of the frequent abuse victims has laid his hands on a few feet of steel pipe. He has gotten to the top of the rock pile and everytime another baboon attempts to ascend the pile, he nails them on the head with the pipe, and they go tumbling down the pile.

I call Russ over who looks in the cage and at the pile of semiconscious primates heaped at the bottom. I ask him if we should get that pipe away from him, since we are kind of responsible for their safety and all.

He looks at me with his one eye and say, "Do you wanna go in there?"

"No"

"Neither do I," and he walks off.