I walked into work with a banana and a loaf of bread
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That's okay. Sometimes I walk into work with a stack of shoeboxes and cassette tape of Leonard Nemoy cursing, and nobody thinks it's suspicious until the fire alarm goes off at the same time as strobe lights and a drum machine.
That's like the equivalent to banana bread right?
When that is viewed as sexual harassment, the revolution starts.