attention: bananas are some kind of invasive fruit. when you brownbag your lunch, their singular flavor and body odor manage to contaminate everything else in your bag, despite any food armor constituting tinfoil, saran, ziploc, tupperware or the like. in conclusion, bananas, despite their mushy, fragile consistencies are quite powerful in marking their territory ALL OVER EVERYTHING; the result being that you wish to throw them great distances and/or denounce them publicly.
courtesy of Recipe Zaar
this is just lewd
i just made a phonecall to make a business inquiry and, as i was talking, to my immense horror, i realized i was making rapid gestures with my hand as i was talking. gestures for who? for me? but why? i was putting on a full-on one-woman flamboyent-hand show full of vague and useless gesticulations that would clarify nothing about anything for nobody, except maybe me concerning my lack of decency and good breeding. i was so ashamed i then hyperventilated into my bananafied brown paper bag for a good five minutes, but this solution only proved to create the paragraph preceding this one and some rage.
courtesy of Tsofa
out of control, clearly