A Case of the Mondays

Everyone knows that Mondays blow. They mark the end of that two day charade that is the weekend, where you’re free to pretend your life is your own and that you don’t spend the majority of your existence working a job you despise as you hurtle all too quickly toward the six-foot-slumber. But all that’s about to change. I present you baby monkey riding a pig.





Wasn’t that adorable? Actually, upon closer inspection, I have to apologize for sharing this video. Sure, during the first viewing, everything seems so sweet and innocent. The background song, performed by Parry Gripp, is catch as herpes on a tour bus (I stole that line, but damn is it a good one). As you watched, you were probably all thinking “You know, maybe whatever godless, un-American backwater those delightful brown skinned folks are living in wouldn’t have been a bad place to grow up. I mean, I probably wouldn’t know what up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start means, but damned if I wouldn’t have had monkeys climbing my trees instead of squirrels.” A childhood of NES versus a childhood of monkeys in the backyard. That’s a tough one.


Now watch again. Specifically from 0:19 onward. That pig doesn’t like the monkey riding it at all! It’s obviously terrified of it! At one point Babe makes a break for it, but Monkey turns on the afterburners like something out of 28 Days Later and is back on him within seconds. There’s nothing relaxing about this video whatsoever. If anything, it serves as a metaphor for your life: Sure, you can escape the monkey on your back that is your job briefly every weekend. But don’t you dare make a break for it. Because monkey will find you. And monkey will ride you until there’s no more ride left. I’m so sorry to have shared such a depressing video with you guys. Now get back to work.