It’s one thing to install at Culver’s. It’s another thing altogether to install at a Culver’s in actual Wisconsin, the metaphorical womb from which projectile-shat all of the Culver’ses everywhere, landing like monkey-flung dung as far away as the uninhabitable deserts of Arizona.
Wisconsin is the literal epicenter of Culver’s. Its ancestral manse, as it were, to use an obsolete vernacular. Crack installer The Unky Monkey brings us once again this high-quality installation at a memorable eating establishment in Wisconsin.
The Unky Monkey, whose star is rising quickly in the installer community as a Wisconsin specialist, is publicly two-for-two on food-related Wisconsin installations. He knocked them out of the hoop. What most people don’t know though, is that The Unky Monkey made a third, secret installation that is so risqué it was mutually agreed to let it go unpublished. Let your imagine muscle feast on that. It involved sausage and nude human flesh and I have sworn a blood oath that I will take that third, unpublished installation photo with me to my early grave, or at least let it languish among my multiple thousands of photos that will be abandoned when I’m dead since nobody has my Google Photos password.
