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I love the Bananas in Pajamas.
But me: I loved those damn bananas in pajamas. Maybe
I briefly worked in the building where Bananas in Pajamas was filmed from 1995 to 1997. I never met any of the cast, but I heard they secretly worshipped Lucifer and praised a fallen fruit god named Chiquita. One thing I knew for certain: this was a
I jammed the fucking VHS tape in.
The bear, that bear had a bucket stuck in his foot! And the bananas were laughing at him!
The costume had been dissolved by acid and the incongruable mass of writhing bear flesh just pulsated while the banana boys B1 and B2 smiled, unmoving. I mean they
B1 held up a glass and collected the
…Juice
B1 and B2 began carrying the dead cast members into a kitchen area, past the eponymous stairs that they came down every week.
The bananas in Pajamas took out a serrated knife and began peeling the humans. They removed the flesh, bones and the internal organs. They dumped them into a massive banana split bowl, removed the eyes and put them in a separate container. I was about to scream, but then I saw pound after pound of delicious ice cream. Rocky road, chocolate fudge, Stawberry sorbet and even mixed nut almond mochafrappucinnolate! My favorite. Then, they dumped them all over the bodies, into the middle chest cavity because they had been split down the center.
I had to get out of here, thank god I lived in a mobile home. I could just drive away. I ejected the VHS just as my sons had jimmied the door open, oh god, they were learning to operate handles.
Bananas in pajamas are coming down the stairs. Bananas in pajamas are coming down in pairs. Bananas in pajamas are watching you sleep at night. Bananas in pajamas, so
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