I have a secret.
A secret that could end friendships, alienate me from family members, and basically make me a social outcast to normal society.
I DON’T LIKE PUMPKIN SPICE!!
*pause for horrified gasps from the reader*
I know, I know, I can’t explain it, but pumpkin and I have never gotten along. Spices, I have no problem with; cinnamon, nutmeg, Ginger… hold on… sorry getting spices mixed up with Spice Girls, but you get the idea.
I mean it’s a gourd people…. A GOURD!! And if the word gourd was to have a taste that matched the grossness, and slightly eroticness, of its name then pumpkin is nailing it.
Hold on… I may have just created a new word… spellcheck is not accepting eroticness and instead is asking if I mean rotisserie, come on spellcheck they’re not even close, get your shit together man!
I’d use Google to see if it’s an actual word… but I’m at work… and I really don’t want those Google search results to be seen by that IT guy. You know the guy I’m talking about, the one whose whole job is to sit in a dark office, probably somewhere down by the boiler room, and track inappropriate work computer searches day in and day out. So let’s just say it’s a new word created by me… YAY!