One sun-brewed Monday in July, there was a monkey.
He was incredibly drunk.
For no real reason at all, the monkey bellowed “Fuck you, God!” toward the heavens at an ear-bleeding volume. The monkey god didn’t take too kindly to this, so he summoned a plague of locusts upon the monkey’s town. Thinking better of it, he called off the locusts and rained down flaming toads instead and set the entire town ablaze.
Wrote this one a long time ago, after I'd, perhaps not surprisingly, been awake for over 24 hours. Glad to see it stands the tests of time.