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Probably more like cold spaghetti. :-)
Now that I think about it it was an old friend of mine who was in the Vietnam War back in the 60's.
What I remember him saying was that you sat at a table with a small hole cut in the center. It was latched on one side and hinged on the other. The monkey, still alive, had the table closed around it's neck. So that it's head was exposed on top of the table. You used a small wooden mallet to crack it's skull open so you could get to the brain.
Don't know, he could have been telling the truth, could have been full of shit too.
MMMMMMmmmm, monkey brain for breakfast.
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