Driving through upstate New York today with my dad in a 14 foot UHaul truck to collect furniture from a deceased lady's estate for my parent's apartment that has absolutely no chance of fitting, or fitting in with the current furniture either, I noticed that apple and pumpkin season had come upon us. This made me both happy and sad. Happy because I love apples, apple picking, apple pies, apple cider and apple fests. Pumpkins too. But sad because I know I'll never find a pumpkin as beautiful as the one I had 2 years ago. It was large, but not in the over the top porn-style of prize winning pumpkins, smooth and a beautifully rich, deep red-orange color. Best of all, it had a tattoo on the side that said "Boo" to frighten off crows and little children who wanted my candy. I better get started, because I'll probably end up having to visit 4 or 5 patches.
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I had no idea you went pumpkin pickin!! I'm muy celosa. Jess and I tried to go apple picking a couple of years ago but when we got to the patch it was all twigs and rotten leaves. The rancher came out, ankle-high in mushy squirrel-eaten fallen apple cores and told us it was an "early harvest" that year. LAME. We had worn overalls and straw hats for nothing. I need vengeance.
I'm a pumpkin pickin, apple pickin, hard cider swillin, cold cut chillin, kitten killin total bad ass.
All my "too masculine for anything but sports and circle jerking" friends called me names for taking a girl apple picking. It's the best thing ever. Hot woman + (mostly free) apples = great times.
P.S. How impressive is that pumpkin holding photo?
That picture is killer, and begs the question - how did it not qualify for Flexology?
PS - Your friends are missing the whole point, which is eating food off the ground and out of giant bushels. Sad.
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