I know for a fact that I will never be allowed a piñata at another birthday or probably even allowed near a piñata at any other function for as long as I am still friends with the guests at my birthday party on Saturday. I can accept that and I do apologize if I scared anyone with my antics, but I will tell you that ever since I beat the shit out of that thing I have felt a serious weight lifted. Apparently I needed some major release. Who knew? Thanks to that little star full or starburst, chocolate and condoms (and the lovely ladies who got it for me) I feel so much better and ready as ever to go into my 28th year aggression free. I think it’s going to be a good one, this year.
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