If you haven’t already, be sure and read Janet’s latest, Fearless Fourteen, probably her funniest yet. A sample:
I followed Morelli to the kitchen and down the cellar stairs. Mooner was wailing away at the concrete floor with a pickax, and Lula had a jackhammer propped against her belly. She gave the jackhammer a blast of juice, and I was afraid her breasts were going to break loose from their moorings and knock her out. Gary and Zook were in a corner, mesmerized by the spectacle.
And,
“Don’t open the door!” Susan said.
Too late. Brenda yanked the door open and the monkey [Carl] launched himself out at her and draped himself over her head.
Everyone in the room went rigid and sucked air.
Brenda rolled her eyes, trying to see through her skull. “What the heck?”
“Hee, hee, hee,” Carl said. And he reached down and pinched Brenda’s nose. . .hard.
Brenda slapped his hand away, and Carl shrieked and hunkered down, digging into Brenda’s scalp with his monkey fingers and toes. All you could see was monkey tail and brown monkey fur sticking out of Brenda’s rat’s nest hair.
“Uh-oh, “ Lula said. “I never seen a monkey hump before, but I could swear Carl’s in love.”