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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday 10/15

George Michael was feeling a little lonely today.

George Michael was wondering when he might get to play ride the pony again.

George Michael was trying to be optimistic, but he was getting a little low on the money he earned from his side job.

Woe for sad times.

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How may he help you?

Joanna was on her way to her yacht. She found the gentle bobbing motion to be soothing when she was cramping. She also wanted chocolate. And nuts.

She examined the menu board closely.

George Michael got excited seeing Joanna. He was trying not to show it. Hopefully it worked.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

"I'm craving chocolate," Joanna stated. "And nuts. And I guess I'll take it on a banana seeing as how there are no other options."

George Michael stared. "I can uh, just fix you a cup of chocolate and nuts?" Anything for his pimp mama.

Joanna thought it over. "No, I think I'll have the banana. I could use the potassium."

She clutched at her stomach.

It wasn't hard to miss that movement. "What is wrong? Do you need to go to the clinic? Want me to take you? Are you in pain?" But a sale was a sale so he started fixing her banana.

"I'm having my... monthly visitor," Joanna replied with a scowl. She assumed George Michael we understand. "After this thing," she pointed at the banana he was fixing, "I'm going to go recline on the yacht and take copious amounts of drugs."

He stared at her blankly for half a minute then turned beet red. "Oh. Oh. Oh." He handed it over with plenty of napkins.

But he had to ask, "Will it, uh, be over soon?"

"Not soon enough," she replied, taking a large bite of chocolate covered banana. She closed her eyes with momentary chocolate euphoria.

George Michael kept staring. "So, I guess that means, that you can't, uh, you know... do anything for me?"

Joanna cocked an eyebrow. "Do something for you?"

George Michael was thinking dirty but geeze she was eating that banana right there in front of him!

"Uh."

"Was there something specific you had in mind, John Michael?" Her next bite might have been just a little larger than necessary.

Dear God in heaven. His eyes didn't leave her mouth. "George. It's George Michael, but I can be a John if you want and I was just thinking about certain parts... of... well, uh, me..." He couldn't say it. He couldn't. He felt his cheeks burning!

"Certain parts of you?" Joanna examined her nails. "Like your elbows?"

"Kind of... lower?" he stammered.

Joanna placed her banana on the counter and leaned in toward George Michale. "Your kneecaps?"

"Um," yeah, he was breathing heavier now. "Kind of higher," he squeaked out.

"I see," Joanna said, snatching up her banana and taking a step back. "And are you going to pay me to service your... part?"

"Pay you? But I thought... I mean..." Well this was not what he was expecting. "No charge for your banana."

Joanna clutched at her stomach again, with a decidedly unhappy expression.

"Well that's a start," she said. "I'll probably be on my yacht the next few days. Swing by tomorrow and I might give you permission to board."

"Great!" He did feel sorry for her stomach. "I can... come by and massage it for you?" He had no idea about these sorts of things.

"I'm sure we can find something for you to massage," she replied. "There are other... avenues we can explore."

"There are?" he asked, hopeful. "Like my... part?"

"Or with your part," Joanna said, turning to walk away.

Oh. What did she mean? "Wait! When?" Because soon couldn't be soon enough!

"Swing by after you've closed your little stand tomorrow," she said. "It's easy to find. It's the yacht that doesn't belong to your uncle."

She started to move off, saying over her shoulder, "The bigger one."

"I'll be there!" He called after her, seriously hoping that her yacht wasn't right next to Uncle GOB's.

Or just enjoy anything, really.

I'm cold.

The weather went all cold after being hot! Mother Nature's temperamental.

And I'm sneezing dangit! I want to curl up in my electric blanket for the rest of the day!

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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday 10/15

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Enjoy your banana.

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