Rubber Monkey? It's so Hard, it truly is, having to choose between leather (my first next-to-skin preference), rubber (an even clingier experience), and harness, which tends to hold it all closer to a man, that it could really drive me up a tree. {To be truthful, I did use a ladder!} My photographer and I had a lot of fun with this sequence. If you're apoplectic with shock at this unwarranted mixing of media, I'll just missquote Bogey, "Life's like that, kid"!
Actually, Neptune put me up to this. He and I were discussing just the other day some dry-land usage for our rubbery aquatic skins.
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Well, what would you do with a green rubber skin, and more enthusiasm than is commonly available, I seem to be asking the learned man of the sea?
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| "Try wearing my crown for a few minutes, it may change your whole way of looking at things!" Neptune replies, and it does feel strange. A green crown on a green rubberman. Hmmm . . . .!
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Marvelously transformed, Harold seems to have half the harness factory employed as he prepares to tackle the mighty crotcheted oak!
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| Poised in front of the twisty oak from the previous page, Leather Harness and Jock glistening over snug-fitting neoprene . . . |
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With no monkeying around, Harold is elevated to the first supporting crotch of the moderately mighty oak. |
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| In a fit of pique, our Rubber Monkey has disposed of an offending branch, and is he a bit more remote now?! |
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Resting after that gruelling climb, or plotting his next ploy??! These Rubber Monkeys will stop at nothing to sit in a tree! |
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| Cushy job you've got there, Rubber Monkey! Almost like a lawn chair in the air, right? |
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How do monkeys DO this, anyway? Has anyone seen the Down Escalator? Next time I'll wear my calked boots! |
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Talkin' about "hung out to dry", it's never felt like this before! Oh, you say our monkey is seeking a new line of work?
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