A Public Service Announcement courtesy of that Fellow over there
(who may or may not be talking to you or simply muttering to himself or, an even more unsettling thought, Jesus Christ)

"T'ain't easy, mind...if you can get past the blood curdlin' screechin' AND the hip bone, eatin' a whole spider monkey can be damn fortifying. Once, Giblet Spools and I lasted on one o' them suckers for a fortnight encamped, as we wuz, 'neath an underpass...an underpass o' love...heh hehKAFF...love and eats; or--as we usetah calls it--the Grab and Grub. That's really all there is in dis here dirty ol' unkind world, dig? Monkey Tartar and a nonchalant clinch from your squat mate...and I don't means 'squat' as in petite or altitudinally-challenged, eh?"

T
(gotta learn to STOP listening to the Public Babblers...they're starting to infect my bbllrrgghh...er...blog)