PJZOCC624
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Okay, I get it... Or maybe I don't. You're supposed to do it this time of year, especially being a dad. But I can't hold my nose to this any longer...
Carving pumpkins makes me ill. Seriously. The texture, the smell, the slimeyness of the stuff inside those orange spheres of doom. (Hell, they call it the "guts" of the damn things!) I turn on a fan, I wear gloves, I even wear a mask - like one of those surgeon's masks. I gag on the thought of it, and dry heave the moment my hands touch the stuff. I feel like Jules Winfield cleaning up Marvin's brains in Pulp Fiction.
Gross. Totally.
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Carving pumpkins makes me ill. Seriously. The texture, the smell, the slimeyness of the stuff inside those orange spheres of doom. (Hell, they call it the "guts" of the damn things!) I turn on a fan, I wear gloves, I even wear a mask - like one of those surgeon's masks. I gag on the thought of it, and dry heave the moment my hands touch the stuff. I feel like Jules Winfield cleaning up Marvin's brains in Pulp Fiction.
Gross. Totally.
uke:uke:uke:uke: