Life's gay, blog about pineapples instead.

That's something a good friend of mine said to me after I told him I made a blog. So, here. This post is dedicated to pineapples. They hurt if you play football with them. They taste fantastic. They make the punchline of jokes where cannibals force people to shove fruit up their asses. That never made much sense to me, wouldn't the cannibals just kill them anyway? I guess it's kind of to see how desperate someone is for their life. It's odd, you'd think I'd be afraid of death and all that. I'm really not. I think if put in that situation I'd just let them do what they want, it's an inevitability and I'm no one to claim immortality. Wait, wasn't this post supposed to be about pineapples? Today I'm going to play some Steam games, maybe clean my room, and celebrate this post with a sponge under the ocean who lives in a pineapple. Yeah, you wish you were me, don't you?