One Halloween night I was walking alone since I was born with no parents and saw a helpless pumpkin get smashed by a hammer. As the pumpkin let loose a blood-curdling scream, I relized what I must do with my life. I started growing and adopting pumpkins, saving them from hazardous environments, and I eventually learned to speak their language fluently. I have been on countless adventures around the globe to protect pumpkins from numerous evil athletes, using my mighty hammer to ensure peace and prosperity for these crops. I became so attached to pumpkins that one day I gave birth to the pumpkin you see in this picture, Baby Boo. Devoting my life to my pumpkin baby and his other bretheren has given me an alternate perspective on the world around us and how beutiful and pure this food really is. #Croplife
Where are you my Pumpkin loving friend?
I love my pumpkins
@Indians Fan You're not here to eat my pumpkins are you?
lol u too funny
@Atlanta Hawks Fan Hello
@Randy Sorry, I've been on a lot of trips over the winter, including a dangerous expedition to the wastelands of Siberia. I just shared one of my stories on the latest Arod article if you are interested!
Yo. My fav farmer. Where've you been man? We need to hear more from the gospel of pumpkin!!
@Lebron James: Come on Lebron, show some class man