and people had superhuman, or rather supervegetable sized things like these pumpkins, a staple of the Fall Fair circuit.
I don't know anymore, seriously, how many times and for how many years can I keep reciting the same old crap?
Much like the cycle of life, I feel like this is at the very least, entering into its twilight years...slowing down, taking it eaaaasy...
2 dirty hippies blowing your mind:
I'd like to stab one of those pumpkins. Is it legal?
I'd think so.
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