Actualy it’s 5th!

PS: No ones posted since May!

Actually, now that I think about it, pretty much any wholesome, boring activity is somehow turned into a sexual metaphor by duhty, duhty minds!

Yep. If you’re a fan of Scrubs and are familiar with “The Todd”, then you’ll know what I mean

Thank you for the ice-cream image too. Something else for us all to ponder.

In summary:

• A Good Indian Girl would insist on eating a banana with a knife and fork.
• A Saucy Wench would eat a banana the old-fashioned way, but with a naughty twinkle in her eyes.
• A Bad Indian Girl, however, wouldn’t even bother eating the banana. She has much more dubious plans in mind for the poor unsuspecting fruit…..

“Come mister Tally man, tally me bananas” (http://www.boyscouttrail.com/content/song/song-1157.asp)

We need an accountant once banana shortage makes them rare !!

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Same goes for ice-cream (pronounced “ass-cream” by my granny). I like cones, especially waffle cones… I vehemently refuse to get the spoon and cup to avoid the ridiculo-so metaphors.

Fifth deepest thought ever:

Actually, now that I think about it, pretty much any wholesome, boring activity is somehow turned into a sexual metaphor by duhty, duhty minds!

The bananas deserve more respect than this, at least.

RIP The Banana Splits (obscure 70s pop culture reference).

To some it is shaped like a gun,symbolic of the constant struggle for survival against the onslaught of enemies faced during the course of one’s earthly existence

Sure, especially if you’re standing in line behind tweeny girls wearing sparkles and lip gloss, spewing nonsense, calling their friends “pet” names like “slut” and “bitches” and obnoxiously singing “B.A.N.A.N.A.S.” sigh This has happened at least 3 times in me own earthly existence. It’s a struggle against the enemy a’right.

Life is like a banana. To some it is shaped like a gun, symbolic of the constant struggle for survival against the onslaught of enemies faced during the course of one’s earthly existence. To others it is evocative of a Rampant Rabbit, symbolic of hedonism, joy, and sniggering fumblings under the blanket.

To some it is a sweet fruit to be innocently enjoyed; to others, it is a tool to be exploited for endless pleasure and debauchery.

I fail to see the difference between deeper thought #2 and #3.

How you perceive its form depends on how naughty or nice your mind is.

I refuse to break my bananas into pieces in order to avoid a duhty mind perceiving my wholesome biting as anything other than wholesome biting.

I ain’t seen anybody slip their ass on a banana. EVER. Period.

I meant it in the sense of slipping on the banana peel and then landing on their butt, dammit ! Get with the programme !

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