I’ve never been a huge fan of piñatas. I mean really, if you give me a baseball bat and want me to hit something other than a ball? It better be something worthwhile… like a certain red squirrel who shall remain nameless.
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But hold the phone…. there’s a piñata filled with liquor?
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Nipyata! Count me in.
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Covid? Sure I’ll give that a whack.
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Clown? Definitely whacking that creepy SOB.
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No, I might have to pass on that one. The husband wouldn’t want me practicing that particular swing.
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Apologies to my Republican friends, but that’s just begging to be whacked. (And look, he’s on sale)