There's nothing quite like the feeling of having eaten too much pumpkin pie at 10:00 at night. Max and I polished off over half of this bad boy and a good deal of whip cream as well. I went to bed with a full, but slightly upset stomach and Max had dreams of orange moons and snow that tastes like vanilla. Good times...
Friday, November 03, 2006
The fate of our Halloween pumpkin
There's nothing quite like the feeling of having eaten too much pumpkin pie at 10:00 at night. Max and I polished off over half of this bad boy and a good deal of whip cream as well. I went to bed with a full, but slightly upset stomach and Max had dreams of orange moons and snow that tastes like vanilla. Good times...
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We wish you would bring some of that bright orange pie down to Girdwood.
P.S. P.Dude says "mmmmm pie...... '
and the N2O propelled whip creme as well.
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