When Pumpkins Attack
I’m worried about Andy. You may remember him from his Californication reviews last year; sadly, there appears to be no other show on television with a high enough boobie count to pique his interest.
Or so I thought. I’ve discovered that his neglect of this website has coincided with his interest in gardening. As I rarely venture outside, this has gone largely unnoticed by me. Occasionally, he would wander off to a Bunnings hardware store, and come back with stuff that smelled of poo, and seeds, and rubber tubes. I guess I should have realised then that something horrible might be happening.
But recently, I’ve heard Andy sitting outside talking to them. Even from the safety of my room I can make out his insane ramblings. He seems to have an unhealthy affection for his creations, and spurns his once-friends for being “human vermin”. It’s just a harmless phase, I thought. There’s no danger. He’ll get through it. Click on the images below for the horrible story to unfold.
I can hear him stirring in his room. I can only assume the pumpkin has established some level of telepathic communication with its leader. This may be the last thing I ever write. I’ve barricaded the door, but I don’t think I can keep it out; it’s insidious. I can feel its psychic tendrils invading my mind. Can no one help me?
