My mother is fucking hilarious sometimes.
Today we were walking past a hair salon, and I noticed an adorable little emo-ish boy standing behind the reception desk. I pointed him out to my mother, and she asked me if I thought he was gay. I said that I didn’t know. I mean, just because a male…
-Sir, we’ve found this and we needed you to name it.
-Pineapple.
-But we figured we might as well just call it “Ananas” since the majority of the world refers to it as-
-Pineapple.
-But sir-
-Pine. Apple.
