The other night, Justin and I carved a pumpkin. When I stood up after kneeling for so long, I yelled from the pain.
Later as we watched TV, I asked, "Will you still like me when I have creaky old people joints?"
"Of course I will!" he exclaimed.
Then in the sweetest, sing-songy whisper, he added, "It means you can't run away from me."
I lost my phone during a monsoon and this Pumpkin Head Dance is the only thing keeping me sane.
Most importantly, "Pumpkin Head" reminds me of "Puppet Head"... I was friends with Francis for about a year before I realized that he was Puppet Head Frank. Pretty much the best thing you can realize about a friend.
So what are you guys *cough*3cheersfortheweirs*coughcough* up to next week?
I remember asking Luke if he'd still love me if acid burned my face off.
He said he'd still love me if I was a head in a jar, then paused, then
grinned.