poison coconut

my roommate lauren and i were walking down the street when we happened upon a cracked coconut just laying there on the sidewalk. all the parts were there and there was a puddle around it (a puddle of coconut juice, we're presuming), so we're figuring it fell from somewhere? the sky? god sent it? i don't know. but it was so beautiful and it smelled so good, we couldn't resist bringing it home. now lauren's peeling it and washing it, and i don't care if it's smothered in anthrax, we're eating it. we're just going to resist looking at our situation objectively, because if we stop to consider that we just picked a cracked coconut up off the streets of new york, then we won't be able to justify eating it.

don't hate.