The Banana Story:

~I want a banana. Get me a fricken banana!~

	The two skunkettes rolled down the hill for the umpteenth time that
day. The nega skunkette laughed uncontrollably. "This is fun!" she squealed.
	"I know," her companion replied. "We should really get others in on
our fun!"
	"Do you really think they'll join us?"
	"Of course! Who'd turn down an opportunity like this?"

	Everybody, that's who! They went around the campus, asking people if 
they would like to join the girls as they tore down the hill. But nobody
wanted to join them. They were either told no, ignored, or told that there
were "conflicts" to be solved. So, dejected, the two skunkettes sat down on
the porch of the inn.
	"Hey!" the nega skunk told her companion. "Let's go find some bananas!
We can play 'Mission Impossible' in the mist!" We all know, of course, that
bananas make excellent pretend guns!
	"That sounds like a great idea!" They got up and went into the in. 
However, all they could find were apples and pears. Not one fricken banana.
Again dejected, and now a little bored to boot, they returned to the porch. 
It was there they found the index card. It was there they got their idea.

	They tore it in half. On one half they wrote a small message:
	"The General has left you a message in the phone booth by the barn. Go
pick it up in five minutes." That was delivered to a random person. On the
other half, they wrote another small message:
	"Get me a banana. I want a fricken banana!" That was put into the 
phone booth. The two skunkettes giggled and hid, watching the phone booth.
Their victim, an unsuspecting badger, approached the booth, found the note,
and went off to search for a banana. He returned shortly with a gooey, four
day old banana in hand. The girls giggled. He spotted them and made it known
that he knew that they were there. They shrugged and ran up to him. He gave
them the banana and thanked him.

	They were riding high! They went around the entire campus, showing off
this disgusting, four day old fruit. Most people were genuinely entertained
by it. They enjoyed hearing about the fruit. Others just smiled and nodded,
not sure if these girls were of sound mind and probably a little curious to
how the banana came to such a condition (use thy imagination). And still
others asked them if they were stoned. They enjoyed themselves.

	They posted the story on the bulliten board. That's where I found it.
I read it, laughed, and copied it down. I made the appropriate changes, 
typed it up, and have brought it to you. I hope you have enjoyed the Banana
Story. Fell free to direct this to whoever you want. And remember:

We're all fuckin' nuts!