You’d be indulgent to indulge in that sort of indulgence!
Bananas
Banana: I’m not ripe yet.
Banana: I’m not ripe yet.
Banana: I’m not ripe yet.
Banana whispering at 3AM: I’ m r i p e.
Banana at 8AM same morning: HAHAHA I’m soooooo rotten!
Welcome to Brown Town.
Another Wooden Ball?
My Dog Found My Protein
What Makes Us Human?
Assume The Position
Gone South
Logic has left the room.