I am wearing fruit on my head.
Again, fruit. On my head.
You know, I'm not one to crow on the days that I look better than normal. Of course not. Not me. Never. Neh-vah.
Trick or treat, people! It's no trick... I look a treat! (That was horrible, wasn't it? Just be honest. That was unspeakably lame.)
Right. So. Hot! Hot hot hot! How hot?Ay yai yai chiquita hot, that's how hot!
Say hola to Carmen Miranda, poppets! I went to the bank at lunch, and some guy in the line asked if he could touch my bananas. I think he was responding to his own banana.
Who knew? The secret to my inner hotness lies in fruit. I knew they were onto something with that old apple-a-day thing!
Look! It's me!
Happy Halloween! Go out and get your treats tonight... and hell, a trick won't hurt either!
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