You know what they say about pineapple swingers? I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout it the other day. Sounded right peculiar to me. They say it’s a secret code, like when you leave your porch light on for company, but different. This here pineapple thing, it’s for a different kind of company.
They say if you see a pineapple, maybe on a porch or somethin’, it means them folks inside like to… well, they like to share. Not share like you share a pie at a potluck. They share… partners. Husbands and wives, you see. It’s all hush-hush, but the pineapple is the signal. Makes me blush just thinkin’ ’bout it!
Now, why a pineapple? Well, someone told me it’s ’cause pineapples are sweet, you see? And they got that prickly outside, but inside they’re all juicy and good. Maybe that’s how them swinger folks see themselves. A little rough around the edges, but sweet on the inside. Or maybe it’s ’cause a pineapple is somethin’ special, not your everyday apple or orange.
- Pineapple is sweet, like a good time.
- Pineapple is special, not everyone likes it.
- Pineapple on the porch, means somethin’s goin’ on.
- Pineapple swingers keep it a secret, mostly.
I heard it started a long time ago, maybe in the 70s, when folks were a little more… free-spirited, I guess you’d call it. They’d have these parties, and the pineapple was like a secret handshake. Nowadays, they got the internet and all, so maybe they put pineapples on their… what do you call them? Profiles? Yeah, their online profiles.
Some folks, they put an upside-down pineapple. I don’t know why they need to be upside down. But there it is. This lady told me, she says, “Upside-down pineapple, that means they’re really lookin’.” Lookin’ for what, I don’t know. More pineapples, maybe?
And get this – they got other things too. Flamingos! Them pink birds you see in people’s yards. Sometimes, that means the same thing as a pineapple, specially if you see them birds at a camping place. Seems like all these secret signs is too complicated for me! They used to say pineapple means “welcome to my home,” but now? It means a whole lot more, it seems.
It’s a whole secret world, these pineapple swingers. They got their codes and their symbols. It ain’t for me, that’s for sure. I like my life simple. A good husband, a warm home, and no pineapples on the porch, thank you very much. But, to each their own, I reckon. Just don’t go knockin’ on a door with a pineapple unless you know what you’re gettin’ into!
I remember back in my day, we didn’t have all these fancy symbols. If you wanted to be friendly, you just baked a pie and brought it over. Or maybe you waved from across the street. None of this pineapple business. Life was simpler then. Or maybe I just didn’t know about all the secret carryin’ on. Could be folks been swingin’ since the dawn of time, and I just never knew it.
Now, I ain’t one to judge. If folks want to live that way, that’s their business. But it sure does make you wonder what else is goin’ on behind closed doors. Maybe that garden gnome next door ain’t just a garden gnome. Maybe it’s a secret code for somethin’ else entirely! You just never know these days. It’s a wild world out there. I hear people say different fruits mean different things now, too. Like cherries mean you’re in a couple. Or is it engaged? Land sakes, I can’t keep up.
Anyways, this pineapple swingers thing, it’s somethin’ to think about. Just be careful where you put your pineapples, I guess. And if you see one on a porch, well, you might want to think twice before you go knockin’. You might get more than you bargained for! Or maybe you won’t. Maybe you will get just that piece of pie you was lookin’ for. Who knows in this crazy world.
It’s all very interestin’, ain’t it? This whole pineapple thing. Makes you think. But like I said, it ain’t for me. I’m gonna stick to my simple life, no swingers or pineapples here. Just good old-fashioned livin’. That’s enough excitement for me. These days all the young ones are talkin’ about it though. Seems like every other conversation I hear someone bring it up. Times are changin’ I tell ya. Changin’ fast.
