What do you know about coconuts? Other than that they are delicious. I love coconuts.

They're in some of my favorite candy bars, almond joy, mounds, they're in some of my favorite candies,

dark chocolate coconut haystacks, chocolate dip coconut macaroons.

Love coconut cream pie, really love German chocolate cake, probably my favorite cake.

Raspberry Zingers are one of my old favorite gas station treats. Coconut Samoas, they're my

favorite Girl Scout cookies. I could keep going, you know, coconut milk and a latte,

coconut milk ice cream, big fan of coconuts.

Odds are you probably at least enjoy them in some form as well.

If you've been on a tropical vacation recently,

you might have had one cleaved in half with a machete

to access that cool milk inside, maybe had a tropical cocktail nestled in nature's cup.

I love myself a pina collata on vacation.

Or maybe enjoy them from afar.

You might think of coconut bras.

Hail Lucifina, or of coconut oil, the latter being very popular these days for everything from cooking to skin care.

Or you might think of Gilligan's Island type gags, how much coconuts fall on people's heads.

And in that vein you might think of deserted islands,

of stories of shipwrecks and mutiny, of men who had faced their certain doom

if it weren't for the coconut that sustains them long enough to get off the island.

And in that respect, you would be close to the narrative of today's story, except it didn't play

out exactly like that.

Much weirder.

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