fizzle and douse.

maybe we overdid the pumpkin stuff?
i'm not kidding.
those're just the ones that didn't eat it hard.
a whole heck of a lot more of 'em got tuned up by soft-spot rot,
and got blasted off of the rocks in the front yard.
those ones look like this:

and, this isn't even all of them.
some are already missing.
when animals attack, an' that.

oh, yeah, i did say the front yard.

classy.

i figure that any respectably ruthless warlord keeps some killed-up jauns

all over the entryways,

y'know,

just to let the real ninjas know what time it is.

see those pulverized gourd gore globs?

woooooord up;

it's battle-beast time.

check your watch, read a sundial, consult the bones, oracles, or whatever.

but recognize, ya'll;

when a festy pit of pumplestiltskins is a-rottin' in your face,

a ferocious autumny berserker fury is probably waiting within the walls.

and it is, duders.

it SO is.

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it's no secret i'm an avowed anglophile, yeah?

the google machine just turned up one more reason i should be:

hard pounding.

c'mon.

i know, though.

i was totally searching for something else.

but this is even flippin' better.

kids, you've gotta get up on the tagline.

...because that is exactly what she said.

leave it to the country that brought you jellied eels to utilize the term as such.

well hard, an' that, innit?

redcoat thunder?

what in the F* is going on?

this is a real thing, and i am pretty psyched that it is, too.

britain, ya'll.

they just know how to gets it in....

stiff upper lips;

never quiet, never soft.....