Last night I attended an, um, event. For some reason, yet to be explained to me, several attendees decided to come in costume. There were ballerinas, farm animals, etc. One young man came dressed as a banana. The top of his costume was stuffed, upright, and perched upon his head. The rest of the banana just hung from his body . . . with the bottom of his banana being rather, um, deflated.
I still don't know what to make of it. Surely, if you go to the trouble of dressing as a banana when most everyone else is in street clothes, shouldn't you have pride enough to have your banana be full and, um, anatomically correct?
None the less, tonight's treat was banana milkshakes. Little pinch of cinnamon. Yum.
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