Banana Jokes Novels & Stories

well, like it’s been in a wreck. “Eleven bacon quarter pounders, six large fries... what shake do you want Rose?” Jackson pauses mid order to ask. “Banana please.” I ask as I lean up against Phoenix to steal some of his warmth. “One banana shake and five vanilla. Thanks.” Jackson shouts out of his window.

I mentally note to avoid myself looking at the center of his gym shorts. I lick my lips because of the coldness of the water. “ Sleep, I guess,” I answered. He smirks for a moment before he pulled out a ripped banana and place it at the top of the counter that I am leaning on. “ W-What-“ he cut me off and turned around, ready to leave the place. I am going to make my protests when all of the sudden he turns his face in my direction. “ Banana is a good post-workout meal,” he said smirking. Annoyed because I know that he’s teasing me, I’ve grabbed the banana. And fuck it, his eyes darken when he saw how my soft hands, gripped the width of it.

I ask. He turns to me, soft brown eyes blinking "You'd o-only be with me when p-pigs fly?" "An example, dear" I say, trying my best not to laugh "And then Gibby, was talking to the caterpillar, Bastille, about how he couldn't wait to reach the land of Monkey's and get their golden banana" He's pouting again "So?" "What does he want with a golden banana?" "B-Because it's cool" "Yeah, but he can't exactly eat it"

she trails off shyly. “I wanted to, I offered. Please, is there anything? Just ask,” I answer brightly. It feels relaxed between us right now, and I like it, “anything at all?” “Yeah, erm, banana milkshake… and strawberries- no bananas- no strawberries- gah I don’t know!” Bethany ends up laughing at herself, “meat… bacon? Sausages… God, I don’t know what I want! My stomach is growling at everything I consider.”

Jasper says sarcastically while Rowan was laughing beside him. "They love your bum, Jasper." Silas commented while chuckling. "I know. I love my bum too." I laughed alongside Martha. "So! To answer @lizzieshepard's wonderful tweet about my ass, I have a big bum because... my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun. Suck it!" Jasper answered while he slaps his own butt. I burst into laughter with the shrieking crowd. On the corner of my eye, I see Milo eating a banana peacefully who was also laughing at Jasper as he was watching him.

She seemed lost in her own thoughts. “Who taught you that?” Muna tightened her lips as the hair hissed and released steams into the morning air. “Anyway, the people of Arkenta are skillful hunters because they use bananas in hunting. It is an effective way of hunting monkeys because a story said that the ancestors of the monkey had told their offspring that bananas are their second life, and they should never part away with it no matter what happens. That’s why the people of Arkenta have this saying, ‘living in deception is like separating a monkey from banana.” She explained patiently.

"What drink is complex?" "Nothing is complex." Sloan glanced at the items. "But with the strawberry banana smoothies, I have to cut up the banana." "Excellent." The fat man nodded, and again, his jowls flopped. "I will have five of those. You will stay here now. You will keep talking to me." Sloan scratched his whiskers. That was a dick move, but maybe kind of a compliment too. He shrugged and began to make smoothies. He was at work, and he guessed that if the guy could pay for it, what did he care?

I heave a sigh, grab the last two bananas from the fridge, and make my way back to the sitting room. I offer Fiona the bananas, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “You eat bananas, right?" I feel like an idiot as soon as the question hangs in the air between us. I mean, who doesn't eat bananas, unless they're unripe or rotten? Fiona nods, her lips curving into a smile as she accepts the fruit. I set the tray down on the table, and she peels the banana, taking a bite as I decide to cut straight to the chase.

Tracy babbled and laughter erupts around us. “Jeez, Tracy. How's that like?” Lena asks, doubling over in laughter. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing too. “Sometimes, you gotta add spice to it…” Tracy says, demonstrating giving a man a blowjob with the banana she picked up from the basket of fruit. “Add spice?” I ask, laughing, my brows wringing. “Yes, Claire. You get an orange, Peel the back, make a hole in, and then fit it onto the dick. It makes it more savory…” Tracy spits without shame.

So other than the whole Brant situation, the dance was a good time. Zach’s the only miserable one, and I owe that guy two dozen vegan donuts from Dunkin. Mostly their banana pudding, pb&j, and the pistachio raspberry. The dude would live on those three flavor donuts if he didn’t know he’d have to work twice as hard to keep in shape. I don’t know. Personally, I’m not a big donut guy. To each their own.