I think this goat is, like, 164 years old.
I asked the farm attendant if he had any lettuce and tomato... he didn't think that was very funny.
After a little bit of hee-haw in the farm we headed out on the tractor to the pumpkin patch at which time I suddenly became a fish.
Most of the pumpkins weighed more than me so I had a...
... really...
... rough...
... time...
... picking...
... them up...
I needed a solution. You've seen my incredible football skills in the past when I flashed the Heisman. This time I figured I'd bust out my 3-point stance. This is my cousin (well, second cousin) Ray-Ray who taught me the move...
And this, my friends, is technique. Some people were just born with God-given football talent, no explanation for it.
As you can see by what Dad has in his hand, cousin Ray-Ray can just flat out teach execution.Instead of taking the tractor back we decided to walk it and on our way back we ran into Wilbur. I hadn't seen him since that get-together back in '02; I was so happy I could have just kissed him...
so I did.
And that was that - a heckuva day at the pumpkin patch.
