Debauchette narrowly escapes a lifetime of retching in the presence of bananas:
When I was walking with a friend last night, we were approached by someone encouraging us to enter a cabaret featuring a “banana show.” I wasn’t sure what a “banana show” was, so I asked, thinking it involved a lot of cock. The guy’s response: “Japanese midgets! And the monkey fucks the midgets!” Convinced he was just making shit up at random, I had to go in (you get in for free!, he said), but my friend shook his head and said, “I’ll wait for you out here.”
I decided I would go in on my own later, at least until I got back to the hotel and looked up “banana show” on the internet. Now I’m pretty glad I didn’t go in. I like weird shit, but I also like fruit. That show would’ve put me off of bananas forever.