04 Feb Bananas NOT in Pajamas
JUAN SAYS: Get a pointed tool, a pair of artist’s hands and a… banana. Say whuuutt? B-A-N-A-N-A, and see what he comes up with. And we are not talking about a hefty bowl of banana split.
JUAN SAYS: A cheesy gift for Valentines.
JUAN SAYS: The focal point of the Sistine Chapel.
JUAN SAYS: What you wish you were ridding.
JUAN SAYS: You in your funny underwear.
JUAN SAYS: the result of a massacred ‘Inihaw na Tilapia’
JUAN SAYS: A remembrance of that horrid Ms. Universe costume, uh headpiece, of that horrid Ms. Universe costume of MJ Lastimosa.
JUAN SAYS: What you wish you have when waking up in the morning.
JUAN SAYS: Who you really are deep down inside, despite the fat wallet and that ‘makalaglag-panty’ grin of yours.
JUAN SAYS: That pin-up poster you got from your lolo that should never see the rays of ultraviolet lights.
JUAN SAYS: Yep, a reminder of the buffet you had last night that you are still burping to 24 hours hence.
JUAN SAYS: The reason why we are alive.
JUAN SAYS: What you wish you had to send off one idiot who left the SAF troopers to be slaughtered because of an illusion to win a certain international recognition. WTF!
JUAN SAYS: That bible story that gives you hope that one day, self-centered, self-absorbed, and ‘what-eksena-will-I-create-today’ kinda bitches will drown in a massive flood called ‘I, Me and Myself.’