What would a mouthy, pushy, naked, puny, tail-sucking, poop-flinging, mother pimpin' monkey know about modesty? You couldn't even find Lake Michigan if you walked east and fell into it. You think that the El is a letter following W and that the Wrigley building is made of old chewing gum. You go on about your favorite baseball team the "White Cubs" and your are afraid to go to football games because you think the Bears will catch you. The last time you walked by the Art Institute you screamed that the bronze lions out front were "gonna eat" you, and far worse, you eat your hot dogs with only ketchup on them.