Why did the banana go to therapy?
It couldn’t peel with the pressure anymore.
Boo-Nana has been workshopping these in the afterlife for nine days straight. Critics have described the collection as “a genuine haunting.”
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It couldn’t peel with the pressure anymore.
Boo-berries. Obviously.
It already knew it was a little ripe.
You don’t. It just shows up and sits in the bowl.
“You’ve got great appeal.”
To get to the other side. It’s been stuck there since Tuesday.
A permanent resident.
The peel goes straight through them. Also they’re dead.
One. But it takes nine days and the bulb is haunted afterwards.
Anything with a good groove and a slow decay.
In case things got too lively.
Nothing. It hasn’t spoken since the incident.
No external critics were consulted, because all external critics are alive and therefore not qualified. The banana graded itself. The banana is pleased with the results.
10 / 10
Self-assessment. Generous. Unanimous within the committee of one.
10 / 10
Also self-assessed. The banana has never told a bad joke and cannot be convinced otherwise.
2 / 10
Objectively the weakest entry. Boo-Nana stands by it anyway, out of spite.
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