Completely spur of the moment, I decided on Halloween afternoon that Brian and I needed a pumpkin. My rationale was that if we didn't have one, then how were the trick-or-treaters going to know that we had candy to give out?So, I went to Dillon's and picked out a pumpkin that had green spots all over it. I think that no one had brought him before because he was green (i.e. pumpkin racism).
Once I brought it home, Brian humored me and helped carve it. I think that he just wanted to stab the knife in its head a few times....
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