When you chug pumpkin spice, you chug with Hitler!
It even leaves a little Hitler 'stache on the upper lip.

What

Don’t make fun of my heritage! I’ll not stand for this! My childhood growing up on my family’s spice farm was full of love and laughter. I can still feel the summer breeze on my face as it whispered through the mayobob trees on my way to the tater salad festival, an’ ill never tire of mommas stories bout my uncle ritz, like the time he snuck medium salsa to taco night and gramma passed out.

Ahhh memories

Thank you for creating content! It’s time for me to stop and reflect!