This year I decided to really get into the spirit of Halloween. It may have been the costliest decision I’ve ever made. My greased up head went into the pumpkin no problem, but… I can’t get it out. I mean, I could try destroying the pumpkin… But as Jim and I discovered any blow to the pumpkin itself could prove fatal to me. At first I drove myself crazy thinking about the things I should have done differently. I never should have hollowed out this damn pumpkin in the first place. Then I realized that I was being silly. I mean, the pumpkin should rot off of my head in a month or two. Right?
(Source: oswjns, via dundermifflinsabres)