Pumpkins. They are weird. And too orange. They need more green. And black. And red. Just another color in general. I hate pumpkins. I will carve them, but I won't gut them. Why? It's DISGUSTING TO STICK YOUR PERFECTLY CLEAN HAND IN ORANGE GOO. That's why. Okay, I used to love it. But my brother ruined THAT for me.
{A long time ago...} [okay, okay, I was 7.]
Me, gutting a pumpkin: "Jacob! Look! My pumpkin is spilling goo!" I tip pumpkin upside down and let the goo fall out.
"It's pooping!" He giggles.
"Ew." I groan, turning it right side up.
He grabs his and sticks it in the microwave. It explodes a little while later. When opened, he screams, "SOMEBODY DIED AND LEFT THERE SHIT BACK!!!"
"Ewwwwww!! Your nasty!"
"Now he's gonna haunt you for the rest of your life!!!!"
"EEEEEEEEEE!!!!" I scream and run to my room, slamming the door.
The end.
I know, I know, it won't haunt me! But the poor pumpkin... How would you like be gutted?
Like, really. Would you?
Comment your answer below, although I hope you say NO
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