Ermmm . . . Look, it’s just evolution in action. There’s this symbiotic environmental relationship kinda thingy between the banana tree and the rubber plant . . .
Whoops there goes. . . another rubber tree,
Whoops there goes. . . another rubber tree,
Whoops there goes. . . another rubber tree plaaaaaant.
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Intelligent Design, my friend.
God designed the banana so that it could be used to show kids how to use a condom because he want’s kids to be shown how to. . . . errr. . . .
I’ll have to get back to you.
If that was god’s intention, it would be Planned Bananahood!
Look, we’re talking about a God Who makes us piss and fuck with the same organ. He’s one sick dude. Why do you think He made bananas?! 
LonesomePolecat took the AP classes. Is he homeschooling his kids?
Back to the Old World/New World exercise. I thought the Tea Partiers really wanted everybody to know they were not lily white. But I don’t think the austere-room-to-confetti demonstration would be as meaningful for kids with African-American or Native American roots.
It’s patently obvious when you reflect on how perfectly the banana fits into the human anus and rectum.
You’re doing it wrong.
No, I think you’re thinking of rusty spoons. Or trombones.
Polecat should have been suspicious when he found out his gym coach was teaching fisting class, that he was the only student, and the class was being held in a supply room.
No, I’m not! I am absolutely not thinking any such thing! I’m thinking about…a kitten! Yes, that’s it, a fluffy, adorable kitten with a rusty spoon up its…AAAAAAaaaarrrgh!
I don’t think you can patent ass-fucking someone with a banana. That has to be in the public domain…
You put a superfluous “l” in there, but otherwise, you’re legally correct.
Makes me wonder if there are other sitting rooms that symbolize Asia, Africa, and Latin America. And when those kids make it through the obstacle course and get to the New World party room, the counselors yell “Go back where you came from, you worthless freeloaders!”
Don’t some kids get kidnapped from the Africa Room and end up playing the banjo on the porch of the New World Room?
That’s a complete lie. Tea Party Summer Camp was known as Cabin Rights Camp back then and the management had nothing to do with what was happening to kids from the Africa Room in the cabins.
Yeah, but they get a stuffed mule to play with.