Wednesday night me and the boy hunkered down in our white trash t-shirts and carved our three pumpkins.
(Yeah, I said 'hunkered down'. So?)
Never give your boyfriend a sharp knife and then proceed to mock him incessantly.
Heed my advice.
We started with the big pumpkin, and turned him into an angry Jack Skellington.
Jack was all over it.
Er, Jack the dog. Not Skellington.
"I am the Pumpkin King!!!!"
"I am.... some chick with a piece of paper taped to my head. WoooOOooo!!"
A look inside the brain of a smaller pumpkin.
The gross crap all over me really brings out my hand modelling abilities.
First finished product.
Please turn the lights back on, someone's touching me.
Oh. Sorry, Craig.
Messy, messy, messsssy...
The littlest pumpkin that I drew stupidly. It looks like a kindergarten-er did it.
My immense talent exceeds that of a two-year old. It's fitting of a 3 year-old.
Whutever. More pics later.
Happy Halloween, ya freaks!