Here we have it, friends. This is my Halloween tribute to my dearly departed grandfather. I call it, “The Most Sarcastic Jack-O-Lantern of 2010”.
“But KZ,” some of you are probably thinking, “that pumpkin doesn’t look very sarcastic to me.” For those of you not in the know, the name of my pumpkin is a reference to an old entry I posted a few Halloweens back about one of my fondest childhood memories, which involved a pumpkin, a ballpoint pen, a five-year-old KZ, and my good-intentioned grandfather.
I realize that some of you lazy bums are probably too apathetic to click the link above. It’s really your loss, though. You’re missing out on all of the debauchery and hot chicks. Or, you know … a heartwarming recollection about my youth. Who has time to keep track of these things nowadays?
Happy Halloween, you lazy bums.
That’s a heck of a carving job — it looks just like the original in the other post.
And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the surprise twist at the end of the post where you caught your grandpa and that chick starting to…
Wait. I don’t want to ruin it for the rest of your readers.
Cardiogirl, as always, I thank you for your discretion. 🙂
My pumpkin looks like that and I’m not five. Is that wrong?
Nay! I think we should start some kind of messed up pumpkin revolution, Nicky. Imagine the endless possibilities…all of those lopsided grins.
At least you carved a pumpkin. I forgot it was Halloween and didn’t even have any candy to eat. Not that I needed any. That’s a nice post about your grandfather. It reminds me–in a good way–that I miss mine….
Thanks Mike, I appreciate it.