We didn’t have costumes. No buckets of candy neither. Instead we paired a gallon of cider with unrelenting desire to carve the shit out of some pumpkins.
More pumpkin after the break. Continue reading
We didn’t have costumes. No buckets of candy neither. Instead we paired a gallon of cider with unrelenting desire to carve the shit out of some pumpkins.
More pumpkin after the break. Continue reading
I may upset some traditionalists with this one, but let’s be clear, there were other dudes (and dudettes) in the picture before this little dude.
More Family after the break…