Or, as they say in Trinidad, Mr. Toilet Paper posted in chimpish lies on December 17, 2008 by regina SHARE Tweet I’m giving up on my apple cart — now I think Chimp piñatas could knock us right out of recession. Fill them with suckers, sell them with shoes. Related posts: How’m I eating? Your currency on crack An arm and a leg Chicken-fried No socialized food, please, we’re Amurkans In with Spiaggia, out with hot dogs Clover-hoof rolls we understand But does the alcohol burn off in the sauce?