Of course Cheeta took a liking to Johnny. It was SOOO obvious. My gayapedar zinged the first time I saw Cheetah, and I think I was only like two at that time. I remember clearly giggling and pointing to the tv and saying "gaape." My mom for years said she had no idea what I was talking about but recorded it as my forst spoken word anyway.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:I recall the time Cheetah had told a group of his buddies how easy Jane was and invited them over for some drinks and afterwards a good old fashioned chimpanzee-human gang bang would take place.
The chimps had a wonderful time pounding down the drinks and staring at Jane with desire in their eyes, but then Tarzan swung down from the trees on his vine and swooped her up, apparently in a hurry because they were attending a fashion show put on by the Chumungo tribe.
Just like that the voluptuous creature was gone, her lithe body disappearing amidst the branches and soon only the distant call of Tarzan could be heard.
The chimps sobered up quickly and looked around in a confused manner....
Soon the realization set in that they would not be sexually satisfied that day and they went back into the jungle, to mope and search for insects.
They're not moping.
They're fine.
You and your penothropomorphising.
Stories about Cheeta's drinking are no subject for amusement, Gus.
Edgar mentioned that Cheeta now suffers from type 2 diabetes (a consequence from a lifetime of excessive drinking).
Upon reading this thread, Im amazed that wandel has actually taken the time to research the seemy underbelly of the eismuller -monkey affair.
I think thats entirely too much information.
It is an ugly story, farmerman. I do not intend to "sugarcoat" the facts for the sake of Chai, Squinney, and Dlowan.
Then, I suppose we have to know all the grizzly facts. I never did trust that smiling monkey.
farmerman, I intuit you may be on Cheeta's payroll.
I notice you posted in, but did not mention here, your participation if another thread about ape rights in spain.
Cheeta - Next President of Spain?
legal issues
I heard from a reliable source that the chimp had legal problems. It seems that due to legal issues with IRS,
he was accused and convicted ...
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Tax cheetah!
edgarblythe wrote:Cheeta is in a sanctuary.
I am certain that "sanctuary" is some publicist's euphemism for treatment center.
A photo of Cheeta on the set of his last movie. The alcohol had begun to take a toll.
oh yeah...I can just hear him now.
WHASSA MADDERWHISSS YOUSE...
TAKE THEPHARKING SHOT ALLREDDY!
Sadly, his last movie was a cheap horror film produced in Italy.
and he pretty much just phoned it in. He was wasted . Being 75 and a monkey doesnt leave one with too many career options.
he could replace Bubbles, Michael Jackson's Chimp, right?
July 4, 2008, 11:00PM
Oh woe, where is Moe?
There's an ape on the loose, a chimp on the lam. He's a ribbon-cutting celebrity. But now he's like a monkey gone wild.
Moe used to drive a car. He is now believed to be on foot. Lost? Hiding? Worse? He's been out there in the rugged, brushy, snaky foothills of the San Bernardino Mountains west of Los Angeles since June 27, when he escaped from his cage. His frantic parents ?- that is what they call themselves ?- are weeping with worry. The authorities are not offering much help, though the folks at animal control do have a dart gun ready. The search continues.
Outside Devore on the way to Las Vegas, you get off Interstate 15 and cross a creek and railroad tracks and head up a gravel road that leads to the gate of Jungle Exotics, where Moe was living in a large, newly built cage with his toys, blankets and bananas. By all reports, a safe, sanitary, comfortable home.
According to its Web site, Jungle Exotics has been providing the finest in exotic and domestic animal rentals ?- dogs, tigers, iguanas, cats, lions, pigs, bears, rats ?- to the entertainment industry since 1982, with more than a thousand credits, including Mr. Bigglesworth, the hairless cat in the Austin Powers movies.
Moe was not rented out. At 42, he had long ago retired from public appearances. He was a permanent guest. Joe Camp, the co-owner of Jungle Exotics, says that somehow Moe, at 125 pounds, had the strength, guile and desire to squeeze his way to freedom. "We can't figure out how he broke those welds and got out," Camp says. "That cage should have been able to hold a gorilla." This was Friday afternoon, a week ago.
Camp and his team have been scouring the countryside in four-wheel-drive vehicles. They've broadcast chimp calls. They've had bloodhounds out to the ranch. They are asking the public to report any big, black, hairy apes in the vicinity. They are also pleading with people not to go off on their own to search for Moe.
"It's dangerous, hilly country, and Moe is not somebody's monkey child," Camp says. "He could be frightened, and people should not come too close."
"Oh, I just don't know what he's thinking. Maybe he's scared to death. Maybe he thinks he's in trouble. This is all so new for him," says LaDonna Davis, who considers Moe like the son she never had. She calls herself Moe's mom. Her husband, St. James Davis, a retired NASCAR racer, calls himself Moe's dad.
St. James says: "He's on his way home. He's probably looking for a car to drive."
If he pulls a car heist hes in big trouble. Calif has a close to zero tolerance law for GTA. I smell a made for TV movie. Or at least a name for a new rock band,
What seems like a zillion years ago I lived in Nairobi for three years. Most afternoons I would drive from work to the game park for a few hours.
There was a section where orphaned, injured and surrendered pets were kept and among them was a chimpanzee who had been reared by a British colonial type who had recently died. The chimp could not, of course, survive in the wild and was cared for by the park rangers. Of an afternoon it seems, when his owner would come in from a day's farming or whatever, they would enjoy a gin and tonic and a cigarette together. The rangers had weaned him off the G&T's since his arrival at the park, but he was still allowed a cigarette.
I found this out one afternoon when I stopped to have a smoke near his enclosure. His hand slowly came through the bars, palm upwards with two fingers raised. I thought he was giving me the proverbial finger, but a ranger standing nearby told me the story and said there were no smokers on duty that day, and it was his way of asking for a ciggie. I lit one and gingerly placed it between the two upright fingers, and he proceeded to puff away contentedly. When he had finished he very carefully ground the butt out in the dirt.
After that, whenever I visited the game park, I made a point of stopping for a 'smoko' with my new friend.
Great story lezzles. had all of us cacking our dacks
