EP. 2: TRAVELING WITH A DRUNK SOCK MONKEY

 
First off, the clown was the one on a unicycle. I was actually sitting at a bar in Sydney, Australia. I was also sitting there with my husband and Stan, the Sock Monkey.

While we sat there, taking pictures of our monkey on the bar and enjoying a beer, I got up and left the bar.....

My husband viewed me leaving the bar and said, "There is a clown on a unicycle."

A few moments later, I flew back in, grabbed the monkey, and stated I would be right back.

The bartender looked at my husband in question, but my husband was not fazed and just shrugged, "That is kinda normal for her."


I had made a deal with the anti-fracking clown.

I ran after him when I saw him pass the bar window. I had met up just a short way as he sat down to rest. I can understand that riding a unicycle while spreading the word about fracking can be exhausting.

Stan the Drunk Sock Monkey
I know...how lucky am I that I did not have to chase him very far?
I asked him if he would mind taking a picture with my sock monkey. He said sure, but...

There was a catch, he posed with a sock monkey owned by some crazy non-Australian lady that just run out of a bar, and I listened to his spiel about fracking. (click here if you don't know what fracking is).



He gave me some information, and he posed with the monkey.




I returned to the bar with my monkey and phone, sat down, and finished my beer.


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