Post #224533 by hodadhank on Sun, Apr 2, 2006 1:48 PM

I always wanted a monkey shaped hole high in the distant wall, that, at the sound of a gong would expel a live fez-wearing monkey riding a miniature unicycle across a tightrope toward the bar. Using cocktail umbrellas in each hand for balance, he would zip across the room, screeching chimpy gibberish, to spear a couple maraschinos, deposit them in drinks, and disappear just as quickly. My bar patter would never falter and I would carry on as if nothing astonishing had occurred.