The largest of the volunteer squash, easily twice the size of the monster squash, ended up on the floor of our barbecoa because it took up too much counter space.
When the wife tried to move it, it – well, you can see. I dumped it with other refuse out front, and it reminded me of the endless carnage in Game of Thrones.
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