Scott and I bought a pumpkin at the grocery store the other day, but we never did get around to carving it, so I took it upon myself to bring the great gourd to life this morning. His name is Archibald, and I quite like him. He's very, "Grrr. I am filled with all sorts of irrational anger and some remaining bits of gooey orange stringy stuff.
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