Banana Jokes Novels & Stories

I reply, my voice softening, "Is everything alright? Why do you call?” -["Papa, I… I’ve a joke,"]- He says, his tiny voice brimming with excitement. "Oh, I love jokes! Go ahead, buddy," I encourage, looking forward to the adorable punchline. -["Knock, knock.”]- "Who's there?" I play along. -["Ba… na… na.”]- "Banana who?" I ask with feigning curiosity. -["Ba-na-na… fall down… and… go boom!"]-

I tried to divert my attention to other things at home like gardening and creating artworks with Athena. "Joan, are you okay?" Danny shouted! "Why?" I was startled. "Did I do anything wrong?" "What are you doing with the banana? You sliced almost everything. Are you planning to include it with the egg? Are you now creating your own dish?" "Ah! I will make banana shake," I lied. Actually, I didn't know why I sliced them. "Is something bothering you?" She asked. "Nothing. I'm just tired. I couldn't sleep for the past nights."

Max exclaimed enthusiastically, and then he rebelled to get down, Pascha put his down. Pascha turned to me, his eyes watching my movements. "Max wants to know why monkeys like to eat bananas. Do you want to explain?" "You seem to be quite enjoying being a science lecturer. Please continue." I folded my arms across my chest, giving him a sharp look. He chuckled a little before looking back at Max. "Monkeys love bananas because they need quick energy. Bananas have a lot of natural sugar and potassium, which is good for their bodies." Max nodded, his face full of curiosity. "So they're like me eating bananas for breakfast, Daddy?"

Justin didn’t look troubled but that was what his facial expression said. He hated keeping his hopes high but in this situation, he couldn’t help it. Angela couldn’t even think. The only thing on her mind was eating some soft delicious bananas. The bananas didn’t have to be sweet. She just wanted food. Miles continued hitting the bananas with the stick, weakening the branch keeping them on it. One more hit and the bananas dropped on the floor. Justin wasted no time and waved the key over the bananas. The key shined blue light. Justin did a recheck and the fruit was clean, no poison, safe to eat.

Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it.

“ Seriously, prove it to me? “he joked with a sarcastic smile. I put down the cell phone and picked up a banana, peeling it and inserting it in my mouth, even down my throat, simulating a blowjob. Jackson opened his mouth seeing me sucking the banana all the way down my throat. Finally, I bit into the banana, eating a piece of it. “Delightful... “ Jackson's gaze changed to a malicious and exciting look. “I wanted something thicker... “I joked, making a pout. I loved the games we played, I loved the way it happened so spontaneously.

I say, not because I wanted to disrespect him even after he had gone through all the trouble to bring it for me, but because I could not trust my body to keep down any meals I ate. "Do you want something else?" He was quick to ask, looking like he was ready to dash out of the house at any moment and get it for me. "No, it's not the meal; I just don't think that I can keep anything down," I confessed, still on my back as I tried to avoid his eyes and focus on the ceiling. "She said you might complain of that, so I got the bananas. "They should help you," he said, and I nodded because he was right. "Or do you want me to feed you?" It was supposed to be a harmless joke, but why did it tie my st

He tells me. We grab glasses and head back to the media room, where Claire and Jupiter are laughing hysterically as they each move a banana in and out of their mouths. In the short time that I've been friends with them, I know that the two girls seem to have this unbreakable bond; it's like they share a secret lingo that only they know of, and I dare not ask what about the bananas is so amusing because I know it's just between them.

"So, what do you want first, pancakes or pizza?" "Uhm- I guess pizza will do." "Really!" He sighed "Yeah." "Well, uhm- there isn’t any pizza." I exhaled "Then in that case I will go for pancakes." "There aren’t any pancakes either." "Uhm." I open my mouth to speak but then clamp it shut. He stared into my eyes waiting for an answer. "I will just take a banana or something," I suggested "Wooo! Wooo! Wooo! Wooo! Banana, do you want to get me killed by Jason? I can’t let you eat a banana."

I furrowed my brows when I saw unfamiliar food. “What are these?” I whispered to Kyle as I pointed to a wrapped food item and a banana skewered on a stick. He chuckled. “That’s what they call banana spring rolls.” He pointed to the wrapped one. “And this one is a banana cue,” he indicated the banana on the stick. I pouted. “Are they delicious and safe to eat?” He burst into laughter, causing other people around us to turn and look in our direction. “Yeah, I wouldn’t bring you here and have you eat if the food wasn’t delicious and safe,” he said, pinching my cheeks. “You’re the one who’s human here and yet, you’re the one who’s not familiar with human foods?” he whispered.