Max never had dengue or malaria.
'And I don't intend to get it now,' he said as he applied some mosquito lotion that Abdul had provided.
Abdul was fishing for cash.
'Then find the banana ghost,' I said.
He said he had just the place.
It was a five-minute walk from his place.
The place was lit up in a jungle clearing.
It looked familiar.
I could hear karaoke music.
I could hear girls laughing.
It was a chicken farm.
'God bless,' said Max, who was fond of these kinda places where you could croon the night away over cheap booze and even cheaper whores.
What about the banana ghost, I asked Abdul.
A deliscious thing walked towards me.
She had a necklace of fresh bananas around her.
It had to be her.
'And I want your banana,' she said, as she dragged me into one of the back bedrooms.
Banana splits, banana smoothies, pinch me, was I dreaming this?
'Not at all,' said the Banana lady, who had cum dripping down her chin.
Abdul would be rewarded dearly for this mission.
Now I knew why ghost hunting was very popular with the men in East Kalimantan.
'Do you know? asked Max.
I winked at Ms. Banana.
'You'll find out shortly,' I said, as he was led away to the room with one soiled mattress and a low voltage desk fan.
'And I don't intend to get it now,' he said as he applied some mosquito lotion that Abdul had provided.
Abdul was fishing for cash.
'Then find the banana ghost,' I said.
He said he had just the place.
It was a five-minute walk from his place.
The place was lit up in a jungle clearing.
It looked familiar.
I could hear karaoke music.
I could hear girls laughing.
It was a chicken farm.
'God bless,' said Max, who was fond of these kinda places where you could croon the night away over cheap booze and even cheaper whores.
What about the banana ghost, I asked Abdul.
A deliscious thing walked towards me.
She had a necklace of fresh bananas around her.
It had to be her.
'And I want your banana,' she said, as she dragged me into one of the back bedrooms.
Banana splits, banana smoothies, pinch me, was I dreaming this?
'Not at all,' said the Banana lady, who had cum dripping down her chin.
Abdul would be rewarded dearly for this mission.
Now I knew why ghost hunting was very popular with the men in East Kalimantan.
'Do you know? asked Max.
I winked at Ms. Banana.
'You'll find out shortly,' I said, as he was led away to the room with one soiled mattress and a low voltage desk fan.
