Seriously, I have a lot of squash. More than I know what to do with.
It started out innocently and with the best of intentions:
Then the damn thing grew to proportions that reminded me of “Audrey II” from the “Little Shop Of Horrors.”
I loved picking fresh squash out of the garden:
But now, shit has gotten real.
For the love of God, ask me for a squash and I’ll give it to you.
Until I get a deep freezer, I’ll have squash coming out of my ears. Beware of asking for a good yield, you may very get what you ask for.
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