The 'Banana Exchange Programme' Story

The day before yesterday was No Banana Day.
(Boo.) But yesterday, I got TWO! Heh heh.

Two bananas on Wednesday totally make up
for not having a banana on Tuesday.

But while I was facing the heartbreak of banana-less-ness, JC decided to play the kind ol' soul and he offered me half his banana. (That sounds wrong but it's actually logical. He brings bananas to work sometimes and haves them for breakfast.)




JC: You want my banana?

Pam Song: Haha. No.

JC: I give you half my banana.

Pam Song: No!

JC: EAT. MY. BANANA. PAM.

Pam Song: No! Your banana's already small as it is!

JC: -_- My banana's not small. -_-

So salah, I know.

But, the dude broke off the top part of his banana,
ate it, and handed the bottom half to me anyways.

So, yeah. That was Tuesday. The Tuesday I got half a banana. And then I got my two free bananas on Wednesday, remember? So I decided to return the favour. Gave him one. Without realising that he brought his own banana to work again. Later that morning, he called me over to The Other Side and pointed to this:

...and said, "Pam, your banana bigger than mine."

Haha. Good golly gracious, so it is!

And I left it at that.

At tea time, I found this *points below* upon
going back to my workspace after a discussion.




HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Kiuts, no???
ARRGGHHH!
So kiut can die.

Flipped the paper over and saw this:

Yes yes. The Banana Exchange Programme. A very good programme that is. Very good indeed. We shall do it again sometime. And this time, I suggest getting equal-sized bananas. Bruises the (male) ego less, no? =p