update: I'm not kidding, I need a Nannerpuss intervention. I still cannot get this damn banana out of my head (better than my ass I guess.) It's like a fricking loop tape that keeps playing in my brain. MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!!!
I want Nannerpuss as my ringtone. I have not been able to get this banana out of my head ALL day. I think it's borderline obsessive. Soon we'll see t-shirts and bumper stickers that say, "I Love Nannerpuss." I want to make my own. I have some old bananas lying around here. Hey, that gives me an idea....OMG. I'm going to do it right now. It may not work but it's worth a shot.
BRB. (that's "Be right back" for the textally challenged.)
Update: It worked...
(Don't worry. Chumley was not harmed while shooting this photograph. He was hand fed home made Italian meatballs during the duration of filming.)
Mr. Wrigglebottom is now quite jealous. I'm sure you can guess where this is going...