i went to fishkill pumpkin snatch, and all i got was a ton of cute little gourds for less than two doll hairs

after getting s2d at letchworth village and gorging ourselves on chicken boxes and tots at sonic, the gang (see if you can remember all five nick names, no cheating!) went to fishkill pumpkin snatch for some apple cider, (no one had any gay-ass cider) pumpkin picking (no one picked any pumpkins either) and some chicken petting (petted the F out of some chickens). feast your eyes on some hudson river valley splendor :

UPDATE, chickens :






if you ask me, jizz devil is getting a little too familiar with that pumpkin. how gauche!

there they are!

by now you're probably wondering, "what means of conveyance did you use for this trip?" well, go buy a hat, and get ready to hold the fuck onto it, because we had one sweet bitch-in-heat ride. look at those m-f-ing complementary colors. damn.

THE END...or is it?
(it's really the end this time.)