The Pineapple Story


Summer means I’ve got two pineapples ripening at all times, and usually one in the refrigerator as well.  (Protip: you lose less juice cutting them up if they’re chilled at least overnight.)  Yes, I fucking love pineapple just that much; always have.

Two pineapples in front of a sunny window


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Dear Missouri (Part II)


Dear Missouri,


What’s your fucking deal?


No, I’m being serious here.  And—to avoid confusion—this time I’m speaking directly to the citizens of Missouri, as opposed to the state itself (we’ll get back to you, I’m sure).


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