Banana Jokes Novels & Stories

He was busy with his phone, tapping away, which was starting to annoy me because he was too focused on it. He finally looked up. “Why would I?” he replied irritably. I frowned. “What? I said I want some!” To my surprise, he stood up abruptly, unzipped his pants, and started pulling them down. Oh no! He misunderstood! “I mean bananas for eating! Not that banana!” I exclaimed in shock. Can you even eat that? When was the last time his bananas were bought? Is he a gigolo? A paid man? Well, he doesn’t seem like it—he’s loaded with money!

Bunny suggested with a grin. “NO!” both brothers said emphatically. Ty chuckled as his wife mixed guacamole, sour cream and Chipotle sauce together. “OK, yours.” Bunny replied running a chip through her concocted dip. “Mine?” JD asked with his eyes going wide. “Unless you would rather hear about your brothers?” she suggested, making a soft taco. “Bunny.” Jaxon warned. “No. I don’t want to hear about you and him. Or you and them. And I certainly don’t want to hear about him and him.”

Emily's inner monologue continued until Calvin stood right beside her. "Harvesting, grandma?" Calvin asked as he took over the bananas from the grandma. "Yes, it's for your parents," the grandma replied. "Wow, there are so many, grandma?" Calvin exclaimed as he looked at the harvested bananas. Calvin was surprised to see so many banana trees, producing not only Ambon and Kepok bananas but also Cavendish bananas. In Jakarta, these three types of bananas were relatively expensive, especially in supermarkets and malls, making them quite valuable.

I walked over to a table that had some good looking things on it. "Are these eatable?* I asked the maid, pointing to a particular plate. "Of course, Miss. Those are bananas" she replied and I arched my brows in surprise. Bananas? What are bananas? I plucked one out and started eating it and..... Gross!!!? It was damn bitter! What's this?? "Hey; hey; why're you chewing it that way? You didn't peel off the back" she ran to me and said as I chewed with a crumpled look.

I questioned not really that surprised about the abnormality of the question. "Because they are so good!" "But a banana's a banana, right?" "Oh, Ella. How simple-minded you are," he stated. "You aren't in the grocery store right now, are you?" I asked. "Why else would I be asking Leo the species of banana he buys?" he replied as if I was stupid. "It's midnight Luca and you are way too drunk to be out. Go home," I said. "Not until I find the onion to my bhaji or the wibble to my wobble," he argued. I let out a chuckle. "Ella this is a serious matter. Stop laughing!"

The employee was on edge, but Seth cut him off with a sharp tone before he could finish. "What are you talking about? Over a hundred cancellations?" He stepped forward and grabbed the employee by the collar. "Is there some mistake? These customers paid deposits. Why would they all cancel at once?" Lily pushed her way in, fixing a hard gaze on the employee. "There's got to be a mistake. Check it again! "Is this some kind of sick joke? Someone pretending to be a customer just to mess with us?"

"It probably looks like a penis. You've seen one you've-" "Wrong!" Her outburst startles me and makes the Macaw screech in surprise. She grabs the other banana she hasn't massacred yet and holds it with both hands. "You could have one that has a slight bend to it." She slightly bends the banana. "Or one that is uncircumcised and plays peek-a-boo with you." My eyes fill with tears I begin to laugh so hard. She cups her hands over the top, the banana poking out simultaneously. "It could have a slight upturn." She holds the banana upside down making it curve up. "Quinn!" We both jump upright, and Quinn's face is blister red as she turns to face our boss Dr. Craymer.

she exclaimed, overwhelmed by the love and generosity of her friends and neighbors. As the gifts were unwrapped, the room erupted with laughter and joy. There were adorable onesies, plush toys, and even a handmade quilt that had been stitched together by the local knitting club. Each gift was met with cheers and applause, and Marissa felt her heart swell with gratitude. Yet, amidst the laughter, there was an undercurrent of concern. The gifts seemed to reflect the belief that Marissa would soon go into labor, and the thought hung in the air like an unspoken agreement.

she observed. “Proximity efficiency is improved,” Luther stated, not moving away from where he stood beside my chair. He poured her juice. “Did you experience satisfactory sleep metrics?” She shrugged, climbing up. “I dreamed about the apple trees having a conversation. The Winter Banana was telling the Honeycrisp a joke.” “An interspecies humor transmission hypothesis,” Luther said, sitting down with his own coffee. “What was the punchline?” “It was about a worm who took the wrong turn at a root. It was a long joke. I forgot the end.”

Jonas was standing near the couch, setting down a tray absolutely overloaded with banana-related goods—cake, chips, cookies, chews, a whole banana, and a little silver tin at the edge that was unmistakably birth control. Mia blinked. “Seriously?” Jonas turned. His eyes did a full pass from her wet hair to her bare feet to the towel clinging to her breasts. “I thought you’d need options.” She sighed. “Where did you even get banana taffy?” “I have connections. Also a healthy fear of being eaten by a tiger Alpha if I bring the wrong thing.” He gestured to the tin. “And before you say anything—yes, I brought that too. You’re welcome.”