I have ... let me check ... a dozen, exactly twelve bananas in my fridge right now. Father goddamn bought two bunches before they fucking left and saddled me with them. I was able to eat one on Thursday and one on Friday as part of the cereal I ate before leaving for work (I was filling in for someone and thus shifted to a 9-5:30 work shift, and my body woke up in time for me to actually have breakfast), but I haven't had the time to eat them, nor do I want to. The skin is browning quickly despite me throwing them into the refrigerator in order to slow down the ripening process. But do I want to eat bananas? No.
Been thinking about donating them to a food shelter, even though you aren't supposed to donate perishable food. Goddamn parents fucking food they won't eat. What a fucking waste.
Been thinking about donating them to a food shelter, even though you aren't supposed to donate perishable food. Goddamn parents fucking food they won't eat. What a fucking waste.
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