Its like a cinnamon, nutmeg, and root vegetable bidea

It’s basically like making out with a jack-o-latern and its stringy pumpkin pulp hands be all up on your business, leaving seeds on your Transformer bed sheets. But, think about what you were wearing before this pumpkin interloper tried to lure you back up to its dorm room to play “Everlong”
on a shitty pumpkin acoustic guitar. There’s a “seed” pun lingering out there that I flatly refuse to embrace.

You know how it goes. Pumpkin sex.