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Further signs that my adolescence has not yet run it's full course.

tartqueen and I were attempting to rent a truck to get cement mix and a cement mixer back to her house. Things were not going well, as we visited two big box home improvement stores and struck out on the truck. At the second store after we struck out I noticed a pumpkin, not unlike the one below on a table. The table included some information about insulating your house better, along with a clip board with a pen on a string to sign up for additional information.



While Tartqueen was on the phone, this little pumpkin keep giving me this stupid little grin, like everything was happy.

I grabbed the pen and stabbed that little fucker square in his eye.

There was a five second pause from Tartqueen, and an immediate exit from the store.