Everybody Loves Artpad

...I think. Well, at least I love it. And since Galvea's word is law, everybody is now required to love Artpad as well. Or else.

There's a rather random and completely pointless incident I've wanted to blog about for ages, but it's just not that funny (or at all) when put down in words. So here it is, in Artpad form. I R t3h 130n4rd0 d4 v1nc1!!!111!! Fear my Artpad skillz!

http://artpad.art.com/?iqu27i4jn7c

True story, I swear it.

SPOILERS AHEAD: READ ONLY AFTER WATCHING THE ARTPAD
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I actually started stalking the monkey afterwards, but my plans were foiled by some random neighbour taking a most inopportunely-timed stroll. I hoped he'd just walk past and leave me to my monkey-stalking, but he no doubt wondered what I was doing standing in the middle of the road doing nothing and struck up a conversation with me.

After the completely inane conversation with that random stranger I didn't even know, I looked around for the monkey and it was gone. Gone. I don't believe you understand me here. IT WAS GONE. GONE WITH THE NEIIIIIGHBOOUUUUR.

Damn. There goes my plan of producing the world's first Drunk Flaming Ninja Pirate Monkey.