I HAD A HORRIBLE DAY TODAY AND I USUALLY COME FROM WORK AND MAKE A YLYL THREAD AND THEN WHENEVER I SEE THIS BANANA I JUST WALK UP TO MY WIFE AND BEAT HER INFRONT OF THE CHILDREN, U AND THAT BANANA ARE THE REASON WHY MY LIFE IS IN SUCH A SHIT STATE, U TELL MY WIFE U ARE THE REASON FOR THE PAIN I BRING HER, YOU ARE THE REASON YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU AND THAT FUCKING BANANA GOD FUCKING FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>YLYL no banana edition
In this world it's no means yes
90% of people marry their 7th grade love. since u have read this, u will be told good news 2night. if u don't pass this on nine comments ur worst week starts now this isn't fake. apparently if u copy and paste this on ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of ur life tomorrow. you will either get kissed or asked out in the next 53 minutes someone will say i love u
fuk u nerd: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exeUpPlLS9Y
Whoa!!! Look how edgy and irreverent /b/ has become!!! OP clearly stated no bananas, so what did the /b/tards do? They flipped that shit on its ear and posted... get this... BANANAS!!! You'll never forget this day, anons.
I swear to fucking God it's 1:00PM on a Sunday on the east coast of the states and I can't decide if the cancer is juvenile underage faggots who like to show how cool they are while mommy and daddy are at church, or retarded europoors up past their bedtime thinking they have a grasp of what "funny" is.
Either way, you banana faggots are the cancer, and I suspect that inside you are probably a little proud of it.
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn’t he just the funniest guy around?! Oh my God.
I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a like girl as you once again type your little Banana thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don’t even fill in the captcha. Maybe you’re such a disgusting NEET that you actually paid for a 4chan pass, so you just choose the picture. Oh, and we all know the picture. The “epic” Banana guy, isn’t it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it’s ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that’s right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fucking fuckup, she’s probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on 4chan posting about a fucking banana. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a NEET. A pathetic Bananafag NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can’t even try to talk with you because all you say is “I REALLY REALLY LIKE THIS PICTURE.” You’ve become a parody of your own self. And that’s all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he’s done a million times now. And that’s all you’ll ever be.
save it my friend, it's all yours
but i really really like this pic. here, you can save it too. it's all yours
>be in class
>sociology professor is on some tirade about Foucault
>girl sitting beside me is qt3.1415926535
>she turns to me and smiles
>smile back awkwardly, moderately surprised.
>professor starts talking about internet memes
>say “Le funny Banana” aloud in class.
>keep repeating it
>professor stops talking and stares at me
>everyone is watching me
>a loud screech emanates throughout the room
>it doesn’t stop
>I keep yelling Le funny Banana, increasing my volume every time I say it
>qt girl begins crying
>everyone is saying it with me
>professor begins vomiting everywhere
>a bass drum is beaten with a 1/³vp/³v13/16 time signature.
>everyone is gathered around the class in a circle with me and the qt girl in the center
>start consuming her tears while she cries, “Le funny Banana” continues to be sung
>mfw the dialectic synthesizes into a teleological metaphilosophical discourse on the self-consciousness of infinite reason in and through a finite form.