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Pumpkin Punch

I woke up one morning and decided that I was going to punch a pumpkin. And not just punch it, but penetrate the pumpkin. My fist would drive into its cavity and yank out its seeded heart. As far as I'm concerned, there's only one way to make pumpkin puree. With my fist! Fruit smash!

I'm not a big believer in facts, but Patti says that despite pumpkins being somewhat hollow, their walls are quite thick. She says this because her college roommate threw a pumpkin out of a window and it didn't even crack upon impact. So that's what I'm up against: nay-sayers and potential fist injury.

 

 

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