Gimpy's Great Escape...Foiled Again

Well, after about a month of having Gimpy here at my Old Bisbee home, he finally made an escape. He has been whining a lot, sleeping fitfully, and muttering something about how terrified he is to go back to the dungeon where Louise and Zongo plan on making mincemeat of him.

He must have caught wind of my conversation with Wendy the other day. I was explaining my plight to her and she simply suggested, "Blow up the Gimp - Now!". We thought that was funny as hell, and I even photographed her with the weapons of minimal destruction. Well, that's how Gimpy got a hold of the firecrackers.

This morning, he was nowhere to be found! I went out in the neighborhood in search of him, thinking that those little legs and the new hardware he's sporting (the box hat and unmentionable sex toy item bestowed on him by our friend Emily) couldn't have carried him far.

Boy, was I wrong! He made it all the way to High Street and beyond - I finally found him in a very shady looking abandoned cave up on a hill (see photo). He was a pitiful site...cowered in a corner and wearing five, count em, five packages of firecrackers strapped around himself. He says it's a "Suicide Vest" and he'll use it gladly if I tried to extract him. The thing is, poor little monkey Gimp has no matches. 

I've decided that it's time for him to go somewhere else, as I really don't want him fishing around in my drawers and finding the lighters or matches. Who's next? Well, you'll all just have to keep checking the blogs.

For now, I'm just incredibly relieved!