All last year I searched for white pumpkins and was left empty handed. This year, I have scoped out a stash of them and they WILL be mine. Oh yes my friends, they will. Muahahaaahaaaahaa.
Seriously, Dave doesn't get it. He asked me what the hell I'd want white pumpkins for. Of course, that was after I slowed the car (his car that I was driving) and asked him to leap out, steal a few and run back to the car. He wasn't amused. Wait till I tell him they are twice the price of the orange variety.