BAGEY!
I don't know what that^ is on about but the bagey I know and loathe is about the size of a full-grown man's head.
And, being that I'm such a council-estate walla and grew up in a backwater town, when I was a kid we didn't have pumpkins...they literally weren't available.
So at halloween we hollowed out turnips.
Ignoring the fact that when you're six years old, the only implement your parents will let you use is a spoon, meaning that it takes seven or eight hours, the completed bagey lantern smelled. It REALLY smelled.
Then you put a candle in it...So it smelled and got hot.
Man, I'm ghetto.
*n
I don't know what that^ is on about but the bagey I know and loathe is about the size of a full-grown man's head.
And, being that I'm such a council-estate walla and grew up in a backwater town, when I was a kid we didn't have pumpkins...they literally weren't available.
So at halloween we hollowed out turnips.
Ignoring the fact that when you're six years old, the only implement your parents will let you use is a spoon, meaning that it takes seven or eight hours, the completed bagey lantern smelled. It REALLY smelled.
Then you put a candle in it...So it smelled and got hot.
Man, I'm ghetto.
*n
