I really don't think it's my fault. I gave Perry a gift in a Bliss bag and there was a banana in reach and this is what happened.
We're off tonight to Nosara, Costa Rica for a one week work retreat!! / I'm accompanying Perry in search of a rare Costa Rican banana...
Nobody raises the roof like me and my banana.
Posted by: Perry at February 4, 2005 11:30 AMI can't believe you guys are a frickin' nonprofit. I wish I had it so good. Have fun in the sun babe. P.S. When you get back, I have something to tell you. . .
Posted by: yay dogs! at February 4, 2005 12:46 PMHow funny! =D
Posted by: Jill at February 4, 2005 12:57 PMI find that an uncooked nathans hot dog has a greater shock value. In fact, one of the best practical jokes I ever heard was from some movie guy who said he was sleeping on his couch and was awakened by someone trying to shove something into his mouth.
When he opened his eyes, his father was putting something that looked very much like a penis into his pants and zippering his fly.
The son freaked out and his father fell on the floor laughing hysterically.
After a couple of minutes that will result in decades of therapy, the father explained it was all a joke and showed his deeply disturbed son that the object in question was in fact an uncooked hotdog.
That is a cool father!! My kid is only in kindergarten, so I'm going to have to wait at least 15 years before I inflict that kind of emotional damage.
Posted by: Bob at February 4, 2005 1:37 PMAnother good banana gone bad... ˇVayan con Dios en sus viaje y no beban el agua - solamente cervezas!
Posted by: |mr|Darcy at February 4, 2005 4:18 PMI think that's my banana.
Posted by: some chick at February 16, 2005 1:39 PM
