Stories about Rotten Bananas
Rotten Banana Stories
One day I decided to make a surprise
visit to mygirl friend's house. I knocked on the door and her
little brother answered.He said "She's in her room, go right
up." I climbed up the stairs to herroom and knocked on the
door. No one answered. I knocked again. The roomwas silent. I
opened the door and listened, I didn't here anything, soI walked
right in. I looked in and saw one of the scariest sights in
theworld. My girlfriend with a pile of rotten bananas on the
floor and shewas digging right in. We both let out blood curdling
screams and I ranout of her house. I never talked to her again.
I applied for a job at a local super
market lastyear and got the job. On my first day I went in to
work thinking I wouldbe at a check-out counter or maybe putting
items on shelves. When I gotthere I asked what exactly it was
that I would be doing. They didn't saywhat it was, they just took
me to the back of the store. When we were thereI asked again and
my boss said I was going to be a mascot for the store.I was
surprised, but I agreed to do it. My boss then gave me a box
andsaid my costume was inside along with items I was going to
give away forfree. He then quickly left the room. I opened the
box and what did I see?A bunch of rotten bananas and a brown and
yellow banana suit. I ran tomy boss, shoved the box in his face,
and ran out of the store at an alarmingpace. Later that week ,via
a call from the store. I learned later on thatweek that they were
playing a joke on me, but because of my actions, they refused to
hire me back. I wouldn't want to work for people with that sickof
- Sarah Thomas (asked us not to include
One day some freak knocked on my front door with a
bigole armload of
"Yo, hoss, wanna buy a nanner?" he
I could smell his stink through the storm door
glass.His stench was almost
as bad as the armload of slimy nanners he carried.
Ablackened cigar stump
poked outta one corner of the fool's mouth. He
ain'tshaved in a week or
"How much?" I asked, warily.
"Two-freakin-fifty per, Jack," he
"Gimme 10," I said.
I went inside and ate all them suckers. Hated
every lastone of 'em, too.
To this very day, I hates rotten nanners.
- Jim Schaefer
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