When a women shits while wearing a thong, splits shit in half and lands each side on her flip flops
"Did you see your mum do the chocolate banana split last night?"
Jana is the main name but we call her banana cause she's cute, hot, and everything you can imagine that girl is it like the amount of times you'd remember with her the hours probably add more than how much you've ever slept cause she's always got your back, she's a special kind of banana everyone's fav she's so underrated these types of bananas are so super hard to find because there's only one special one in the world and thats her <3
"I miss jana banana sm 😔🥺.."
"gyatt damn jana banana is finnee"
If youre flowing bananas, it means you're gay and open for business, the banana part indicates gay and flow because they're a steady stream of studs coming your way
Dave:I heard he's been flowing bananas!
Steve:dang! Maybe I'll hit him up!
A purple banana with Thanos' big beautiful chin on it
Hey! look at that thanos banana! I really wanna eat it!
When you shove a banana up your girls anus and she squishes it and then pushes it out while shitting it out while sitting on your face
bro!! my girl just did the choco banana split on me it was wild
That one girl in the group who sleeps around and hoards men-so her girlfriends can't have them. Similar to the way a squirrel hoards nuts for the winter.
Damn it! Tiffany knew I was so into Dave and she just swooped in and banged him just so I couldn't have him! That bitch is such a banana squirrel!
In the quiet corner of a small village, nestled beneath the shade of an ancient tree, lay the remnants of a forgotten dream—a banana plantation once vibrant with life and promise, now reduced to ruins. Each fallen tree, once laden with the golden fruit of hope, now whispered tales of hardship and loss. The once bustling farm, a symbol of prosperity, now stood as a silent testament to the relentless march of time and the fragility of human endeavor. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows upon the abandoned fields, the sorrowful echoes of what once was lingered in the air, leaving the reader to ponder the fleeting nature of dreams and the bitter taste of unfulfilled potential.
Master: GET BACK TO WORK YOU BLACK MONKEY
Me: banana bonanza
Him:CRIES