Typically, I'm not one to freak out over breakfast food, much less blog about it. But as I walked through the cafeteria this morning, I saw perhaps the curviest banana ever.
I was entranced by the degree of curvature, resulting in a banana that could serve equally well as the head of Mac Tonight or the smile of a cartoonish caricature.
Of course, then it got to be lunchtime. All that remains is either the scalp of a moon-headed jazz singer or the skin off the lips of a two-dimensional clown – depending on which comparison you drew. And neither is very appealing…
…no pun intended.
I was entranced by the degree of curvature, resulting in a banana that could serve equally well as the head of Mac Tonight or the smile of a cartoonish caricature.
Of course, then it got to be lunchtime. All that remains is either the scalp of a moon-headed jazz singer or the skin off the lips of a two-dimensional clown – depending on which comparison you drew. And neither is very appealing…
…no pun intended.
Comments
That's a mighty curvy banana there... mighty curvy indeed. It's happy though. I can respect a happy banana.
By the way, the equation below was WAY too difficult for this blonde fucktard! ~snicker~