I found half of two different bananas in our fruit bowl today. I understand not wanting to eat an entire banana in one sitting, but what sort of monster cuts into a brand-new one when they come back for more later? To find out, I sent pictures of the crime scene to my family but they all banded together in dubious silence even though I promised I wouldn’t get mad or yell or remove any of them from my will. So I guess we’ll all have to wait and see who did this after Netflix picks up the story and turns it into a true-crime documentary.
Eating My Way to the Top 