I am posting in this thread because I just noticed @PurpleBaze has a banana dildo thingie going on. Oh and Keeley's tits and stuff.
It's called a Banana Bunker. It protects your banana from being banged up and bruised... good for travel.
By Brad Takei on September 7, 2013 George and I are on planes often enough that leg cramps are a real issue. So we like to keep a source of potassium handy--like a nice, ripe banana.
So ripe in fact that we need to use "protection." The Banana Bunker sounded like a great solution. The first time we passed through security at LAX, the TSA was doubtful. The Banana Bunker showed up in the X-ray, and we had to answer some pretty embarrassing questions.
So this last trip, I told George to keep the bunker on him going through security. It was was made of plastic, after all, and wouldn't set anything off. But naturally George forgot to remove his belt, which triggered the metal detector--and a pat down.
The TSA agent nearly jumped back when he felt the bunker. "What's this?" he said.
George didn't miss a beat. "This sounds like a punch line, but there's a banana in my pocket," he laughed.
"A banana?" the guard frowned.
"Or, maybe it was just a great pat down," I offered.
Even George was caught off-guard. "Oh myyy, Brad. That was sassy."
I am posting in this thread because I just noticed @PurpleBaze has a banana dildo thingie going on. Oh and Keeley's tits and stuff.
It's called a Banana Bunker. It protects your banana from being banged up and bruised... good for travel.
By Brad Takei on September 7, 2013 George and I are on planes often enough that leg cramps are a real issue. So we like to keep a source of potassium handy--like a nice, ripe banana.
So ripe in fact that we need to use "protection." The Banana Bunker sounded like a great solution. The first time we passed through security at LAX, the TSA was doubtful. The Banana Bunker showed up in the X-ray, and we had to answer some pretty embarrassing questions.
So this last trip, I told George to keep the bunker on him going through security. It was was made of plastic, after all, and wouldn't set anything off. But naturally George forgot to remove his belt, which triggered the metal detector--and a pat down.
The TSA agent nearly jumped back when he felt the bunker. "What's this?" he said.
George didn't miss a beat. "This sounds like a punch line, but there's a banana in my pocket," he laughed.
"A banana?" the guard frowned.
"Or, maybe it was just a great pat down," I offered.
Even George was caught off-guard. "Oh myyy, Brad. That was sassy."
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George and I are on planes often enough that leg cramps are a real issue. So we like to keep a source of potassium handy--like a nice, ripe banana.
So ripe in fact that we need to use "protection." The Banana Bunker sounded like a great solution. The first time we passed through security at LAX, the TSA was doubtful. The Banana Bunker showed up in the X-ray, and we had to answer some pretty embarrassing questions.
So this last trip, I told George to keep the bunker on him going through security. It was was made of plastic, after all, and wouldn't set anything off. But naturally George forgot to remove his belt, which triggered the metal detector--and a pat down.
The TSA agent nearly jumped back when he felt the bunker. "What's this?" he said.
George didn't miss a beat. "This sounds like a punch line, but there's a banana in my pocket," he laughed.
"A banana?" the guard frowned.
"Or, maybe it was just a great pat down," I offered.
Even George was caught off-guard. "Oh myyy, Brad. That was sassy."
You must have been laughing typing that.
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