Let's ask Rachel ... but, regrettably, we cannot because she currently has her head stuck inside a pumpkin. Here is a picture with and without her new headgear.
Metro: This girl got her head stuck inside a pumpkin, and became a real life Jack ‘o’ lantern
Here is her glorious moment and her mother was festive enough and prescient enough to understand her daughter's agony in her demonic capture was trivial relative to the potential embarrassment when mother puts that all over the fucking Internet for her.
Don't procreate. Just don't.
You think, oh, no, no. This won't ever happen to me in my life and, next thing you know, your daughter has got a fucking pumpkin stuck on her head.
We sympathize with Rachel since it's hard enough in growing up and getting a pumpkin stuck on your head when you would really rather be off somewhere doing wicked things with your young man but it just gets a wee bit harder when your loving mother puts your shit on YouTube to embarrass the holy fuck out of you and ensure your young man runs for his life from the Pumpkin-Headed Woman.
Good luck, kid. You and your pumpkin may need it.
We're diggin' it that she's whacked enough to try it while others just sit around Tweeting about creepy clowns. I'll show you about fucking creepy clowns ... I am Pumpkin Woman. Fear me!
Metro: This girl got her head stuck inside a pumpkin, and became a real life Jack ‘o’ lantern
Here is her glorious moment and her mother was festive enough and prescient enough to understand her daughter's agony in her demonic capture was trivial relative to the potential embarrassment when mother puts that all over the fucking Internet for her.
Don't procreate. Just don't.
You think, oh, no, no. This won't ever happen to me in my life and, next thing you know, your daughter has got a fucking pumpkin stuck on her head.
We sympathize with Rachel since it's hard enough in growing up and getting a pumpkin stuck on your head when you would really rather be off somewhere doing wicked things with your young man but it just gets a wee bit harder when your loving mother puts your shit on YouTube to embarrass the holy fuck out of you and ensure your young man runs for his life from the Pumpkin-Headed Woman.
Good luck, kid. You and your pumpkin may need it.
We're diggin' it that she's whacked enough to try it while others just sit around Tweeting about creepy clowns. I'll show you about fucking creepy clowns ... I am Pumpkin Woman. Fear me!
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