Odessa: One time, I opened the door, and it was my friend Betsy in a banana suit.
Me: ...Are you even joking?
Odessa: I am completely serious. I didn't even know she was coming over so I opened the door and there she was. A banana. I just stood there...And she laughed so hard she couldn't even walk. I think she fell on the way to the car. It was the best thing to ever happen. And I lived in an apartment so I know my neighbors saw a banana walking to my door and then falling. They must think I have some sex fetish and banana people come to my house. I cried. And then we went to the movies and she changed out of the banana suit in the car.
Me: Imagine what the passersby must have been thinking. A banana peeling itself. And the banana just emerges from the car in jeans and a shirt and is like "LET'S GO!"
Odessa: I told her to keep the banana suit on at the theater but her dad said no. Party pooper.
Me: That's lamer than a bruised banana.
Odessa: DING, IDEA. Wear a banana suit and paint on a black eye. Bruised banana. And black out some teeth. Domestic violence banana.
Me: Oh my God.