I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get these decorative
gourds the fuck out of my house. The clock expired on these goofy
goose-necked bastards about six weeks ago, but I pushed it and the
shit got real on me. It’s Autumn overtime up in here and these
fuzzy fuckers need to go. When my guests come over I’m gonna be
like, SORRY! My bad on all these rancid ornamental vegetables, you
guys. I really should have stayed on top of this perishable shit.