Apparently I'm a pumpkin serial killer. I must be stopped. I'm sick of writing about pumpkins and having the colour orange stalk my dreams - over and over and over.
I've never broken any bones, though I've been in seven car accidents and I snowboard. I'm proud to be Canadian, yet I fall asleep during hockey games. I like people with warm hands and big hearts. I like cheese and being cheesy. I'm left-handed. I'm terrible with names. I take two scoops of sugar in my coffee. I've had four cavities (arg!). I'm a child of God. I believe in anti-gravity rooms. I'm plagued by rotting pumpkins. I have a real-life husband.
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Nasty...that is a poem waiting to be written.
What happened? i think the pumkins are out to get you
Apparently I'm a pumpkin serial killer. I must be stopped. I'm sick of writing about pumpkins and having the colour orange stalk my dreams - over and over and over.
If you buy up now, you could have 2 dozen or so rotting pumpkin centrepieces for the big day!!
Wow, didn't you notice the stink?
i gotta say it... you and Andy are gonna have some real interesting things happening at your place when you get married.
~Cesar
Only YOOUUuuuuuuuuuuuu....
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