Do you remember a certain banana?
Don’t I think I’m caught up now? Is there a lurking banana now?
Does updating my bibliography count as working on my dissertation?
Don’t I feel bad for not going to see my friend’s defense because my upper back hurts like hell (like, it hurts to turn my head, hurts)? Shouldn’t I have pulled through and gone anyhow? Aren’t I a bad friend?
You think the banana is still here, just looking?
Isn’t there something interesting about anonymous accounts having a unique number assigned to them?
Like, do you even?
Shouldn’t you guys tell me that, as you all seem to know about that somehow?
Why shouldn’t they have unique numbers? Wouldn’t we be confused if they all had the same numbers, but different letters?
Shouldn’t you go to a restorative yoga class and/or a massage therapist? Isn’t worrying about your friend when you’re the one in pain very nice and all that, but not the right prioritization of needs?
Clarifying: do you mean that, like in Soviet Russia, the bananas just look at you?
Hint: The one that’s not me?
I’m just busy, but isn’t that the same?
Was there a “rotten banana” here at some point, besmirching your good name?
Never, aren’t all bananas good friends?
Don’t you know that some of us don’t want to just look at something like that?
Do you even banana bread?
Not just looking? What else do you want to do with it?
Would you believe a taxi driver once gave me directions that included the phrase “you banana around”?
(Would you believe the directions made sense?)
Are you comparing this thread to hell?
…wouldn’t purgatory make a better comparison?