All you former and current Innsbrook peeps might recognize this guy...
Yep you guessed it. BP (aka Bishop Palmer). Mark decided to spend countless, unneeded, unnecessary hours on this bad boy. I said it couldn't be done, I said it was creepy, I said you're wasting your (and my) precious time. But he insisted and sat there on our floor with all his dental instruments in hand and created this masterpiece. BP was awed, he was stunned, and he gave Mark 2nd place in the pumpkin carving contest. Here is Mark handing it over to BP. I think he put it in his office. Pretty good, eh?
...And then there is my pumpkin which I took a drill to. It was way too much fun. I just pretended like it was my 9th grade Math teacher. JK! JK! I'm not that crazy. I can't wait to see this sucker all lit up. 
I wanted Mark to get a picture of me drilling the heck out of this poor pumpkin but he was to busy creating this...... Oh only the nastiest chili in the universe. And the hottest, I might add. And of course he had to have some heinous display for it. This pumpkin reminds me of my prego days: large, round and always barfing. Doesn't that chili look appetizing? I apologize to any one who tried it at the ward party; I hope you did not get 3rd degree burns on your throat and tongue and even worse, I hope you are still alive. This garbage made grown men cry. 
Oh, and did I mention I got 2nd place in the chili contest? Because mine was good and mine didn't have every kind of pepper in the world in it and mine wasn't from a can and mine was just dang good.
We went as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
