I am sick to death of yogurt
and I’m not any too happy about the bananas, for reasons I’ll explain later.
Still, I’m not having nearly the gastrointestinal distress I was earlier in the week, thank ja, and I may actually be able to eat real food later on today.
As for the nanners.
Well, all across Africa, you see little huts and houses with a banana tree out back. That banana tree is the toilet. You drop your drawers, hug that nanner tree, and drop your deuce. And wipe yourself with the dried nanna leaf.
If it goes on in Africa, I assume it goes on in wherever we get our nanners from. So I’m not pleased about bananas, but I’ll survive. If I don’t have to eat them, however, I will probably not.
yes, I know all plants are fertilized. yes, I know the banana tree is not a tree.
Go eat a good steak and some Schwans ice cream. You’ll be all healed in no time. Oh and get some sex, greatest treatment for any sickness, known to man!
The late funny man Henny Youngman told about his wife’s new diet—all she ate was bananas. “She hasn’t lost any weight but you oughta see her climb trees.”