I’m starting in on the first banana on the way home from the store. Gotta be quick with those fuckers. Otherwise it’s a day later and you’re like “welp, gotta make bread I guess.” Eyes tearing up. It’s like a funeral for those little bitches.
You’re tempted to switch these with a fresh one from the store if you have any kids in the house, like you did when the goldfish died. I can’t tell a kid the banana went to go live on a farm upstate.
Ironically, there’s a phrase for someone who’s so old and out of touch that they might as well be on death’s doorstep:
“Don’t buy green bananas.”
(In the South it’s often used in a self deprecating way: “let’s just say I don’t buy green bananas.”)
Ain’t no one got time for that shit.
I’m starting in on the first banana on the way home from the store. Gotta be quick with those fuckers. Otherwise it’s a day later and you’re like “welp, gotta make bread I guess.” Eyes tearing up. It’s like a funeral for those little bitches.
You’re tempted to switch these with a fresh one from the store if you have any kids in the house, like you did when the goldfish died. I can’t tell a kid the banana went to go live on a farm upstate.
Dude, break off a couple yellows, grab some greens for later.