today i am bringing you a story about a walrus named liana; and his (hes hawaiian) delima with the banana peal.  why is this relevent to you one might ask?  all too often do we eat the nutrisous inards of someone and spit the rest to the curb?  far too much do we enjoy the rich protienious juicey core of our friends and loved ones and move on to the next banana.
    liana was an amazing walrus, touring the world doing shows; clapping and screaming, fans adored liana.  agents bombarded liana with gigs and movies, magazines begged to do interviews, and the whole lot that comes with being the best at what you do.  but this story isnt about that, this story is about how liana possibly couldv'e lost one of the most important bananas in his life.
    liana met the banana through a friend, the sea otter; from the get go banana (sorry where are my manners, bananas name was kamaka) and liana were inseperable.  they did everything together, from going to the water park to hitting up the states. and when liana had his share of her he spit kamakas peel to the side.  not intenitonally, but thats what happened.  ofcourse liana realized his mistake but he wasnt man enough to own up to them, and that was mistake numero dos! 
    its been deux années since that day.  ofcourse they have spoken but things just havent been the same.  liana is no longer a big shot, he gave it up because it just didnt feel right.  and kamaka has gotten her intrails back but she is still hurt at what happened.  liana wants to make things right but...you never know maybe things will work out, mayber they wont.

this one sucked the other one was better!  i hate myself