The Banana Story

I was eating my falafel in the streets of cologne at midnight, without any bad thoughts.

Then I looked up - and there was a little hairy man in front of me, holding the gun in his hands, staring at me.

Wait! It's coming heavier! 

..there wasn't any hairy man 

It was a monkey! A MONKEY!

thinking I had stolen his banana.

I was like "holy shit!!! I'm standing face to face with the dopest monkey I've ever seen!"   

His face was like "She hadn't stolen my banana - she's better than a banana"

.. Since that day I can spell LOVE in the right way. And he can spell bananabananabanana just perfectly.

yup..and Now we can say THIS is a true romance.

- the end -

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