Operation Banana Rescue

Since all three of my fave gays (lo siento Troy) are asking I'll provide a much overdue blog entry. In honor of my three favorite gays and my only blog readers, I'll discuss bananas. And sorry gays--this isn't dirty--but feel free to twist it. Like most single girls I buy bananas every week. Most single girls like to eat healthy, so we can feel skinny, boost our confidence, and snag a husband. In that order. THAT'S WHY WE BUY BANANAS-get your mind out of the gutter water. Most people purchase bananas in a bunch, which is fine--do what works for you, but I prefer to rescue those single little bananas that nobody wants. They were a key member of a family of 5, until one day an evil whore cracked it's neck, separated it from it's family, and tossed it into the banana orphange. It's so sad to see those young bananas all by themselves with no hope, no home, just longing to be part of a family. And with every passing day, they get older and slightly spotted, and the likelihood of being placed grows smaller and smaller. Unfortunately we live in a society where being young and beautiful is overvalued. Their biggest fear is becoming part of that sad sack of old bananas that go on sale every week. Call me a softie, but I buy the sad little solonanas (solo bananas), and provide a loving home in my belly.

Everyone has a cause that is near and dear to their heart, and this is mine. As a wise Ghandi once said, "We must be the change we wish to see in the world." Now ask yourself, what do you do?