Playing with Myself

Monkey suit has been doing a lot of soul searching lately and I cant help but feel a little alone. Sure there is the tender touch of nipple boy now and again but he isn't always there. And the self pleasuring jaunts I take by myself peeling the old banana are nice but the Monkey Suit has longed for a Mrs. Monkey I mean I don't get I throw poop at all the prospective Mrs. Suit but they just don't respond. So I sign off with a heavy heart, will anyone cheer up the Monkey Suit?