it was early afternoon when he stepped up, he had failed before but now, he was ready. The pinata hung there, victoriously gloating, the worrior moved, the pinata was struck. one, two, three, four times it was struck, beaten, battered. The pinata still hung there, the worrior looked it in the eye, seeing it's fear, the pinata flinched as the worrior held up his weapon, he swung, hit the pinata square in the face. they wrestled, the worrior grabbed and tore, the pinata juked and tried to get away, it was helpless, victorious no longer. The pinata was defeated, it's insides thrown across the soft green grass. A new champion was named to go after the first, a champion of the pinata.
And wat did he get? A whole bunch of candy, watever, if a Teenager obliterates a pinata they get ONE candy, if a kid breaks a pinata they get a WHOLE bunch.
A true story
-Ernie
I miss pi~n~atas.
ReplyDeleteWhy are they only for birthdays and such? :-/
There's this pi~n~ata store by my job in Pico Rivera that sells some for 10 bucks. I smell a rocket/pi~n~ata/firecracker party coming soon.
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