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Do you remember that lame-ass kid joke? The one where someone says, “knock, knock?” and you say, “Who’s there?” Then they say, “Banana.” You reply, “Banana, who?” and annoyingly, they repeat the same bit a few times before finally saying, “Orange.” When you ask, “Orange, who?” They say, “Orange, you glad I didn’t say Banana?” And, like, you are relieved that it’s over, but it’s also humorous.
A recent call with my older painslut has me thinking about this joke a lot. When I asked how he was going to serve me, he said he had a knee-high sock with an orange in it, and he was planning to swing the orange into his balls for my amusement.