During the southeast Asian unpleasantness, a friend and I were strolling through a local ville when we noticed a rather enticing spicy smell coming from a roadside stand. We asked the elderly Vietnamese proprietor what it was. He informed us in his severely fractured English that it was his special monkey stew.
He saw the horrified looks on our faces and said, “No, no, is ok. Is VC monkey!” He even offered us a discount to try it but we declined.
We told some of the other GIs about it later. One of them said, “Oh, yeah. I tried that. Pretty good eatin’ as long as one of the hands doesn’t come up in your spoon.”
Now that there is funny.