Banana Split

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!


banana split

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.

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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!!!

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