For the anecdote…
After my last explicit post about dickheads, I received several e-mails asking why I was so mad to write such a post… Guys, I was not mad at a special man, that was just an outburst valid for all men ( – :
BUT, if you really want to have an example of the perfect-man-without-balls, read the story below!
1 Banana, peeled and split lengthwise
1 Scoop each vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream
2 Tablespoons sliced fresh strawberries or 1 tablespoon strawberry ice cream topping
2 Tablespoons whipped cream
1 Tablespoon chopped peanuts/ sugar sprinkles
1 Tablespoon chocolate syrup
2 Maraschino cherries with stems
Place banana in a dessert dish; place scoops of ice cream between banana. Top with remaining ingredients. Serve immediately.
Dedicated to…… to Mister Banana Split.
From the very start I knew that he was more “split” than “banana”. He was split between two countries, split between his desires and his regrets, split between blondes and brunettes.
But still, I gave him more than a chance to show me a ripe and mature cherry after showing me his (little) banana. Finally I gave up and I understood that he only had a rotten boozed cherry to offer.
Of course, after so many years, I should have known that he was the typical “40-year-old, and no balls” kind of guy… But I didn’t realise so until I discovered his true awful nature when I announced him that I was the father of my first child…
Bitterness please go awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
PS Special message directly to Mister Banana Split: you can stuff the banana where I think and, please, without vaseline!!!