"Is there any reason why the monkeys do not possess the napkin photolord, as indicated by the lack of an apostrophe in your title?"
This question, posed to me by some anonymous creep at a party I did not actually attend, points up yet again why I really do need a sidekick, even as my general alienation precludes such companionship.
However, the photolord, dabbing his goatee with the monkeys napkin, cares not for such grammatical subtlety. "Do you know what Lou Gramm's real name is?" he asks, suppressing a belch with one eye on his impending postal doom.
