Many of my Dear Readers have been wondering how my Easter holiday went, and in short, MY weekend was great. Briter’s, not so much.

His “weekend” started on Thursday night with a visit to those Dollar Store celebrity hoochies at Glyph Jockey and ended up Saturday morning on the kitchen floor.

I say he passed out from all the sugar; The B-Man thinks it was the 6 parts Southern Comfort to 1 part Drambuie that did him in.

Regardless, Glyph Jockey’s place seems to be a continual source of bad ideas for tiny Japanese jungle monkeys. Please be forewarned.

Next: The story of how Mr. Brenda found his Easter bonnet!