"I'm...so fuckin' stoned," the banana giggled, unable to contain himself. "I know what you mean man," said the apple, holding in a breath, "it's your turn too, dude." The banana grabbed the glass apparatus and blazed it 420 faget. "Oh, oh god," he quickly exhaled, grabbing his midsection, "I don't feel so good."
"Wait dude, how many was that?" the apple exclaimed. "Uh, 5?" guessed the banana. "Oh god, OH GOD, YOU SMOKED 5 MARIJUANAS?"
"OH GOD," yelled the banana as his fruit exploded across the carpet. The apple and his friends had a burial ceremony for his peel.
Just say no to drugs, or you could end up like a banana.