bananas.

y'know something, neighbors?
i think i'm kind of whatever about bananas.
i'm serious.
i never ever ever just want to peel and eat a nanner.
never.
the thing of it is-
i'll terrorize some bananas and stuff.
the and-stuff additives are essential to my enjoyment of the yellow crescents.
no foolin',
in the spirit of adding excellence and overdoing it,
and in keeping with the custom of too much being the right amount,
i and-stuffed the sh!t out of some bananas,
and made them way more expert.
that's the truth.
check the vaguely-butthole-ish-type teleport:

chocolate banana creme pie!!!
hahahahahah.
sucio.
cocoa-saturated graham crackery crust,
hand-pressed into the prefect proportion on thick and crumbly hottness.
because that's the foundation we're basing this whole project on.
can't have weak diaperbaby sh!t ruining it from the jump-off, can we?
c'mon.
don't be dumb.
and then,
instead of using my normal silken tofu substrate,
i just activated way more bananas to mix and meld the chocolate into,
yeah.
a little tapioca to bind it and thicken it all,
a splash of vanilla,
and then the melted chocolate jauns, with added cocoa and sugar and soymilk,
for smoother and more elite texture later on.
i whipped the sass out of that tuff stuff,
and poured it right in there.
once it cooled off,
sliced 'nanas and chocolate frosting brought the 'schuan level to eleven,
and then we took it a step beyond that,
with shaved-up dark chocolate sprankles.
that's right.
i think i made it pretty good,
and i think there's only a slice left already.
that's proof, huh?
yep.
if you wanted to try it,
you'd better get to the tattbomb studio first thing,
or you're surely gonna miss out.
i'll share what i have,
but if it's gone, it's gone.
and honestly,
would it kill you to bring a big decaf black iced coffee with you?
i mean, really,
i get thirsty often.
hook it up;
never quiet, never soft.....