Banta thought he was dead, but in reality he was very much alive. His delusion became such a problem that his family finally paid for him to see a psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist spent many laborious sessions trying to convince Banta that he is still alive. Nothing seemed to work.
Finally the doctor tried one last approach. He took out his medical books and proceeded to show Banta that dead men don't bleed. After hours of tedious study, Banta seemed convinced
A cop stops his patrol car when he sees Banta and his girlfriend sitting on the curb. Banta is laying on his side with his pants pulled down, the girl has her finger in his butt, and she's reaming away with a vengeance.
The cop says, "What the hell is going on?"
The girl says, "This is my date. When I told him I wouldn't spend the night with him, he started pounding down the booze. Now, he's too drunk to drive me home, so I'm trying to sober him up by making him puke."
The cop says, "That's not going to make him puke."
She says, "Yeah? Wait till I switch this finger to his mouth."
Banta went to a grocery store while in America, collected the grocery and came to the counter and person at the counter started preparing bill for the items. Banta asked, "Where is the fat ?" Person didn't understand what Banta was saying and said, "Excuse me sir, FAT?" Banta: "Yes Fat, Give me the fat" Banta started shouting and arguing with the person and all people gathered and Manager of that grocery stores came there and asked Banta about the problem. Banta said, "Hey Manager look, I took a yogurt from your stores and it was written FAT FREE on that but this guy is not giving me the fat"
Banta got tired of being the butt of jokes and decided to do his PhD. While looking out for a unique subject to write his thesis on he saw a cockroach walking around. Banta placed the cockroach on the table and cut one of its legs. And he said to him, "WALK! The cockroach moves forward. Then Banta cut its second leg and shouted, "WALK!" The cockroach manages to move forward. Banta then cut its third leg and commanded, "WALK!" The cockroach manages
Banta was a photographer for a national magazine was assigned to take pictures of a great forest fire. He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to fly him over the fire. Banta arrived at the airstrip just an hour before sundown. Sure enough, a small airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and shouted, "Let's go!" The tense man sitting in the pilot's seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air, though flying erratically. "Fly over the north side of the fire," said Banta, "and make several low-level passes." "Why?" asked the nervous pilot. "Because I'm going to take pictures!" yelled Banta, "I'm a photographer, and photographers take pictures." After a long pause, the "pilot" replied: "You mean, you're not my instructor?"