What…what’s that? It feels like there’s something in my Cap-Sac*.

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But what is it this time?

*The fanny-pack for your head.

Oh, hello, it’s only JOHNNY FUCKING APPLESEED!!!!!

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Johnny Appleseed is in my Cap-Sac. Makin’ apples happen.

Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more....

32 replies on “What’s In My Cap-Sac? (Part Three in a Series)”

  1. Right now–and it’s almost done–I’m cooking a whole chicken just smeared with a WHOLE JAR of apple butter, and STUFFED with apples and chipotle peppers. In about two hours, there won’t be enough of it left to fit into a CAP-SAC!

  2. @27 Like, forty other people have already guessed “your dignity,” so just shut the fuck up. “Your dignity” is never going to be in the goddamn Cap Sac.

  3. Lindy, I think you should make a whole meal where things have to sit in your Cap-Sac. You could have chicken marinating in there, you could raise bread in there, you could even toss a salad in there (using an additional ziplock capless-sac). This is my challenge to you.

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