The Pineapple Dictatorship
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My stepson: Are you going to cut the pineapple? If not, I’m going to cut it.
My husband: That’s enough pineapple for one night. We’ll have that one tomorrow.
My stepson: This place is just like a dictorship.
My husband: Yeah. A dictatorship where you can’t eat too whole pineapples in one night.
July 2nd, 2010 at 12:05 am
There was a dictator called pineapple head…