Banana Jokes Novels & Stories

I chuckled in amusement and sunk my teeth into my sandwich. Once we were done with breakfast I asked her where she wanted to go today. "I want to go for bananas." She said as she was jumping up and down beside me as I washed the dishes. “Bananas,” was our code word for ice cream because the first time we went for ice cream, we ended up winning a free cluster of bananas. Yesterday we went to the beach and today we go for bananas. Although since last night I want to make my public appearances less, Courtney keeps demanding to go out.

Between both of us, we can't hurt a fly, the most we can do is fight with our mouth but she is better at it. "Alright, bitch, playtime is over," she says in a voice eerily similar to Riley Freeman, I shake my head. This is what happens when I let her binge watch Boondocks for the umpteenth time. "Let's get to..." she trails off to pick a banana. Her mouth closes over the tip, she lets out a series of moans then fake gags. "You know what time it is, baby girl."

Caught Babe who was carrying a tool to make table varnish for a customer's order. "Crap! Didn't you eat at work earlier? Why can't you stop by M*D, J*co, what about your lime feet?" Babe said. "Isn't there anyone selling fried bananas as delicious as Nyak's cooking, Be?" "What's your excuse! You usually drink it until it's cold. What are you doing? Feeling blue? Is there a problem with you?" Babe looked at Alif probingly. A middle-aged man who looks okay has already understood the behavior of his only single child.

I nodded, understanding what he meant. If only I’d calmed down to listen to him, I wouldn’t be in the situation where I was now embarrassed to return to class. “So, what if…” He stopped slurping his banana milkshake. I almost gagged when he had ordered it. Banana in anything asides being a fruit was rubbish, in my own opinion. “Yeah?” Was I about asking what I was thinking? “What if, in a hypothetical world, what if…” Jack burst out laughing “You’re delusional.” When he saw the glare on my face, he straightened.

Delectable. “What do you think about this one?”, Skai pointed to the next piece. “Hmm… looks like she’s having fun with that banana. But last I checked, bananas don’t have thick, engorged veins running across their length. And you eat bananas by taking a bite and chewing, not by attempting to swallow the whole length while inserting two fingers of your second hand into your dripping cunt”, he responded and then took a sip of his wine like he had said something as normal as telling the time.

she said continuing her pout. I looked down, seeing her hold the banana next to my hard cock, making it look even smaller in comparison. I had no words. I was beyond embarrassed. "You know the difference between your little cock and this banana?" I nodded. "Well obviously one is much smaller than the other. But the real difference is only one of them is ever going in my mouth." She peeled the banana and slowly slid it in her mouth, as I watched her beautiful full lips circle it as she sucked it gently, before taking a bite.

Soft, sweet—definitely a banana! He recoiled in terror. In all these days in the apocalypse, he hadn't tasted a banana. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed—but now… his heart raced, panic surging. "Damn it!" Jack scrambled backward, hands bracing against the floor, his face drained of color. Geronimo casually picked up the banana peel, examined it—and then, in a bizarre twist, the peel transformed back into a fruit knife. Could it be… a superpower?

"How?" I could see the beam on her face from my spot. "You plan-et!" I rolled my eyes with a wide smile. "Ha-ha. That's corny, Klo." "No, this is K.S.! And that's not corny!" "It is!" "No, but I have another one." I couldn't tear off the smile on my face. "Okaaay?" "Why did the banana go to the doctor?" she asked again with a mischievous look on her face.

He's about to loose it. "I'm last. Banana right? Fine, just don't laugh. You must be a banana, 'cause I find you very A-PEELING?" I said rather in question since I wasn't sure if my joke was funny or not. But surprisingly, they all laughed. That's a relief. "Oh, this one. It's an Olive. OLIVE you so much that it hurts! HAHAHA!" Ione remembered. "That's nothing, listen to mine. You make my heart skip BEET! HAHAHA! The vegetable! Burned!" Harry said.

“Don’t look at me like you just hit the jackpot.” “My jackpot wears a suit and a gray wig.” My voice stayed flat. “This is… a different prize.” “It’s Bali belly, Zane.” She pressed her fingers to her temple, squinting at her reflection. “Congratulations, the fried duck got its revenge. That’s all it is.” Sure. I nodded as if enlightened. “Right. A highly selective tropical virus that only targets hard-headed Colombian attorneys on my aircraft.” “Don’t start.” She grabbed the plastic cup by the sink, filled it, rinsed again. “If you joke about this, I’ll throw up on your Hermès pillow.”