One semester while in college, a pair of my roommates bought themselves a coconut, only to realize a little too late that they had no idea how to get the thing open. Thus, they resorted to hacking at it repeatedly with a variety of knives. About an hour and a few tons of shrapnel scattered across the kitchen table later, they finally succeeded. Unfortunately after all that, they discovered that this particular coconut didn't taste very good. Though having its insides tainted with the aforementioned shrapnel probably didn't help. The leftover pieces proceeded to languish in the refrigerator for a few weeks, with the rest of us not daring to touch them, as the roommates in question were known to be both violent and rather possessive of their foodstuffs. After a while, the coconut disappeared, never to be seen again. The fridge probably ate it.
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