Who knew if you left a pumpkin in a hot, improperly ventilated kitchen that it would explode?
I came home last night to find my newly carved pumpkin, carved a mere four days ago, laying on the table in a juicy pile. I went to go pick it up and not only did my hands sink into its skin, but the entire pumpkin juiced itself. All over the place.
Happy Halloween.
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