So on the way out of breakfast this morning, i grabbed myself a banana, fully hoping it would somehow make up for the immorally fattening meal I consumed.
I stuck that banana in my pocket.
Halfway back to my room, I realize that I am walking around with a huge bulge in my coat pocket, conveniently hanging right in front of my crotchal region.
So I left it there, and everybody I passed I just imagined them saying:
“Hey, is that a banana in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”
True story. Ask Kyle. And Iraq sucks.
