If it were possible to examine "imagination" under a microscope, the Petri dish of Joey Silvera's thoughts would be brimming with such influences as Tex Avery, David Letterman and Carlos Castaneda. That is to say, cartoonish exaggeration frequently collides with smart-assed self-deprecation, blowing a Bronx cheer in  reality's general direction.

A trash-strewn back alley finds Sheila Stanton decked out in a dunce cap, searching for a ringing phone, while Sean Michaels examines her naked form. Where Elm Street helmer Wes Craven packed his nightmares with waggin tongues dangling from mouthpieces, Silvera goes him one step further - a tiny dildo pops out to place a person-to-person! Almost as suddenly, the twosome is joined by Ursula and Marc, who proceed to screw the bejesus out of the girls and pop in their faces.

John Stagliano discovers heaven on Earth as two wing-sprouting angels (Shay Sweet and Katie Gold) draw cartoons on his pool chairs, but apparently Silvera's presence brings out their devilish sides. Thus Buttman is left to videographic duties as Silvera ravages the fallen duo, probing their youthful bods, fetishing their perfect natural boobs and generally raising a hellish load of spoo for them to gargle.

Throughout the vid Yumi, an Asian cutie, prankishly goes around sticking bananas up the tailpipes of parked cars... one of them belonging to T.T. Boy, who bristles at the thought of any phallic object being stuffed his way. Naturally, turnabout is fair play, but T.T. doesn't play fair; he plays to win. The resulting segment is spontaneous and sizzling.

Any one of these Wild Bananas segments oughtta receive a nomination or three. Let your viewers cast their own votes, too.