Overheard: SPF-45 Edition
Man No. 1: “Dude! You are so sunburnt. You’re as red as a pineapple!”
Man No 2: “Pineapples are yellow?”
Man No. 1: Really? I guess I never looked that closely.”
Man No. 1: “Dude! You are so sunburnt. You’re as red as a pineapple!”
Man No 2: “Pineapples are yellow?”
Man No. 1: Really? I guess I never looked that closely.”
Overheard last night, conversation between me and my distant-3rd-or-4th-cousin-through-marriage Jenn’s baby daddy, Johnny:
me: hey Johnny, I talked to your baby’s mama earlier…
Johnny: yeah, I was saying last night, that last week, I was actually hanging out with my baby’s mama’s mama’s mama here at the pub
me: huh??
Johnny: Jenn’s grandma
me: uh … oh. OH-kay..
Hey. Second comment. Wootage!
Wait.
Pineapples aren’t red?
Red,yellow . . . some people apparently can’t tell the difference. I saw the local fried chicken place (Cluck U) mascot this week, dressed in his neon yellow chicken suit, with the head, um, off. It was a hot day, and I was all hot and bothered and so was he, and he said to me “You’re even redder than I am!” I had to point out his costume to him. “Dude, you are YELLOW. Very, very YELLOW.”
No, pineapples are not communists.
If you prick one does it not bleed?
What about maraschino pineapples?
Whatever you do, don’t prick the pineapple! It has a horrible temper. Besides, you’ll get sticky.