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First published on October 9, 2009, this classic by Colin Nissan is our most-read article of all time. We’re celebrating the 16th anniversary of this freaky-ass harvest with the brand-new Decorative Gourd Diner Mug.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over, it’s gonna be like BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air, and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

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David Ernest Duke, devoted father, community leader, and passionate advocate for his beliefs, passed away peacefully of natural causes on February 17, 2033, at the age of 82.

Mr. Duke earned his PhD in history, with his dissertation focusing on Middle Eastern studies. His academic background informed his extensive writings on the management and ownership of academia, media, and financial systems. He also authored a self-help book for women, demonstrating his diverse intellectual interests.

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