Extra weird for people who favor pineapple and are eating pineapple (not the pineapple, obviously. I did read the post).
“Oh my gosh! My pineapple tastes just like my grandmother’s baklava! I thought I’d never taste it again!”
“Mine taste like my Nonna’s lasagna!”
“Pirozhki. I’ve got tears.”
“How about you, Greg?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, it’s really good pineapple, my favorite. I used to spend summers working with my grandfather on the pineapple plantation. This is, um, nice.”
Extra weird for people who favor pineapple and are eating pineapple (not the pineapple, obviously. I did read the post).
“Oh my gosh! My pineapple tastes just like my grandmother’s baklava! I thought I’d never taste it again!”
“Mine taste like my Nonna’s lasagna!”
“Pirozhki. I’ve got tears.”
“How about you, Greg?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, it’s really good pineapple, my favorite. I used to spend summers working with my grandfather on the pineapple plantation. This is, um, nice.”