The Great Pumpkin Fucker
Mrs. Roscoe was a nice lady but had no idea how to run the farm and left everything to her husband. They invited me over to the farm on Thursday and we all had dinner and they told me what they expected this year. I was now 21 and felt that I could run the farm. I had to hire a couple of workers to run the register and park cars and help out around the farm with different duties. There was a small country store that sold apple cider and pumpkins and a big apple orchard that people could pick...