I hate Virginia and I hate bananas!
But I like attacking virgins with bananas…
My friend brought a banana into my room today in spite of the fact that
My only rule of the house is that there are absolutely no bananas allowed in my room
She left it on the floor next to my bed and I stepped on it on my way out this evening and it was the most disgusting thing that ever happened to me besides that time
When my friends attacked me within the boundaries of my own room with fresh banana peels and left them under my bed-covers to rot and then left me all alone in my room terrified so greatly that I slept on the floor that night.
I heard one lady read a limerick a few weeks ago about how she masturbated with a banana and post-orgasm laughed greatly at the fact that she had just masturbated with a banana
at which point she questioned what more you could want from a lover than a powerful orgasm and a good laugh afterwards,
at which point, upon the completion of the recitation of her poem, she laughed with us as if it was her first time hearing the poem even though she was the one who wrote it.
There is much to say of bananas.
Only I am qualified to say it.
Hence, you shall employ me as your personal guru and feed me peanut butter and jelly
But I shall not shave my head!