Every year I carve a pumpkin for the in-laws’ annual fireworks and curry night. This year I modelled it on my favourite one-man apocalypse.
So obviously we blew it up.
(I know it’s super ratchet, but I carved it with a screwdriver??)
The firework we used. CLEARLY THIS WAS MEANT TO BE.
Poor Piggy didn’t know what was coming. But he had a nice view of the fireworks ‘til then.
POOR PIGGY









