I already told you you're into the Nation as soon as you send me your plugs
But seriously,
It's a thrill and honor to win the first annual striped-bass.com pumpkin carving competition. I remember as a child reading about Charlie Brown and "The Great Pumpkin". I remember in grade school reading the fameous poem "The Frost is on the Punkin".
My long affair with pumpkins has been an amazing journey which led me to grow a pumkin patch in the garden this summer. I studied how they grew, looked in wonder at their curved lines, I......I Loved them.
But I was devestated when I learned that the pumpkins didn't love me back. They were suddenly cold and unresponsive to my touch. The pumpkins angered me...I WANTED TO KILL THEM
Nothing is as dangerous as a lover betrayed. I ripped the orange torments from their picturesque haven, unmoved by the silent screams of a thousand seeds. Did I drop them from an overpass, or bake into a homey pie? That would be no proper ending for what I had endured. I would make sure these perfect orange spheres would be mocked for what they really were...nothing but hollow jack 'o lanterns. Hollow...like my soul...(choke!)
Anyway, that's my story...can I have my plug now
-spence
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