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I’m not sure, but this photo just might be our own dear Pineapple. Some call him Malibu, but he, of course, prefers Pineapple. With his “spiky crown and rough exterior” 1 and an appearance that is “almost standoffish” 2, yet, somehow, “incredibly smooth tasting once you get past [his] rough exterior” 3 the veritable pineapple is a apt comparison.
I looks a bit like him, enough like him anyway. Part hipster douchebag, part new age renaissance man, and all the way fun. The sign, it almost need not be said, is exactly what I’d expect to see him rocking on a random street corner somewhere. Is it him? Could it be?
Hot damn. I haven’t heard much out of the old boy in months. He’s been blogging fairly regularly over at the New Belgium blog, which is cool and all, but it ain’t like bloggin here on DC.
So, where is that Pineapple anyways?
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Looks like pineapple to me, minus the white gloves. The pineapple I know would never rock those. Cause he’s more pine(flagstaff) than apple (new york). But I ask the same question, Where is Pineapple anyways?
I’ll be back before you know it, and white gloves are for pussies.
Pineapple! You old cad!
If white gloves are for pussies, and the man in the photograph has white gloves, it follows that you are not the man in the photograph.
Too bad. I wanted to believe.
I stole some freezer stocking gloves from a grocery store i used to work at. they are white, i’ll use them in a pinch, but every time i call myself a pussy for wearing them. when i wear them i look like a pussy.