Help! Help! HELP!!!

I am lost in and obsessed with the sexual ambiguity that is The Banana Splits...

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Then the day finally comes when Memories, the unnecessary, the Baggage - all that I no longer want or need, has to go. So I stand at the stern and one by one the crates are pushed into the Wake and they bob for a while until they slowly sink. In the end all is worthless detritus. Pain, regret, remorse and the all to infrequent pleasantness. All worthless. Sound, sight, smell, taste, the feeling of hot or cold on the skin...

I hear ya brutha. Chocolate, Strawberry, Pineapple, Whipped Cream... Damn! What's not to lick, I mean, like?

I would help, but shit....... I'm caught up in my own fuckin situation....... needless to say...... I'm single once again.....

All your stuff going away? Did you have a rummage sale? Or you could donate it to the Salvation Army or Goodwill for tax deductions. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but you can always buy new, Pook. Don't feel bad, stuff can be replaced, people can not.

Bahahahah @the tags: donkey kong (http://www.noobsters.com/forum/tags.php?tag=donkey+kong), leprosy cures (http://www.noobsters.com/forum/tags.php?tag=leprosy+cures), tea trays (http://www.noobsters.com/forum/tags.php?tag=tea+trays). Sweet. Your love of The Banana Splits can be cured in very low doses on the "Boomerang" channel (on tv). Good to see you found your medication (or got off it).

The only thing I liked about the original series were the lancelot link slots. He was your typical James Bond type agent. However, he just happened to be a chimp (not a chump).