Sunday, December 5, 2010

Where's My Banana?

Standing in the kitchen one night, one of the ladies, ‘Miss C’, came in to make some banana on toast. When she looked at the fruit basket, she asked out loud ‘who ate the last banana?’  Then she said ‘oh I remember now, I shoved the last one up some guy’s ass’ I looked at her and said ‘what the f*ck???'

Here’s her explanation of where the banana went:

‘Miss C’ had a client who was curious about anal sex.  ‘Miss C’ asked the client if he had ever had anal sex performed on him before. The client replied ‘kind of’. ‘Miss C’ explained to the client that you couldn’t ‘kind of’ have anal sex performed on you, it’s either you have or you haven’t. She compared it to being pregnant: ‘you either are or you’re not’   One it was established that the client hadn’t had anal performed on him; ‘Miss C’ explained that he needed to start out with something small, she didn’t want to use something to big as she hates ‘bleeders’ So ‘Miss C’ went to the kitchen, and took the last small, but firm banana, slid a condom on it, and gave the gentleman his first anal experience.

I’ve never looked at bananas the same way since.

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