For goodness sakes, Bob, squirrels eat pumpkins. Chow down!
We’re so old!!!
Yes, that’s how we roll here.
That was Newton’s job, but he called in slick.
Rubber chickens.
Yup, they did our road already. And they didn’t charge us extra for the kind that get deeper every year all by themselves.
Butter?
If Frank carves the pumpkin into a jack-o’-lantern, it won’t have the guts to stalk Bob anymore. Just sayin’.
Hope not. Those poor people. :(
Maybe they need to do a laying on of hands.
For goodness sakes, Bob, squirrels eat pumpkins. Chow down!