B A N A N A S

I just wrote a draft that I couldn't publish today because I ran out of bananas. What I mean to say is that apples are out of season, which equates to tomatoes also being out of season. Bananas have little to do with apples and I mentioned them merely to not make a point. If you don't know where I'm driving to, then perhaps you should call me and I'll pick you up. We'll climb the moon on the way to earth and we'll write letters to all our friends and tell of wondrous adventures in, in, wherever we're at.
And now, for an update, this is the storm sentinel at blogger.com, I am your host Fettish the Mirth, which is short for Abraham I want to suck your toes and look in the mirror. Please be advised that the news program you're watching is fixed with news updates, telling facts, yes, there's a lot of fact-telling. Here a fact, there a fact, everywhere a phat fact, and here's what you can do to alleviate the pain and pressure: go to the nearest john and sit on it. If you have a friend named John, then he may want you to ask before you sit on him. Otherwise, I'm sure if you yell loud enough there will be a john in the vicinity who'll hear you.......
Okay, there's only so much sincerity one may express at such enduring times as these. So before I say goodbye I'll tell a funny story that hopefully will make you laugh. The election season is coming up, and many ambitious politicians around the country are scrambling to enhance their image and secure donations and votes. Likewise, many adept citizens are rushing to find out all they can about the races and candidates and are talking in favor of their favorite politicians to all the people they meet. It's a holiday season in effect. Everybody is busy it seems. There's holiday toasting! Then the cops showed up and showed everyone who was boss. The Sheriff said very coolly, "you, dear citizens, have the right to vote!"