It is only recently that I heard about Pinatas. Now you can buy them in England, often portraying leading politicians that you can happily bash away at.
Another import from across the Atlantic that we never knew we needed, like baseball caps. π π
Best wishes, Pete.
As a kid, I hated the pinata birthday parties because I always felt sorry for the donkey (which I guess is called a burro). Too violent for me! ;-0 On the other hand, I’m very glad my head is attached to my neck. When I start thinking too much, I could easily lose it.
I have a funny Cinco de Mayo memory from school worth retelling. One of the third-grade teachers decided to do a pinata with her class as part of the day’s festivities. The teacher’s boyfriend was helping by raising and lowering the pinata from a basketball hoop. Child after child was blindfolded and took turns swinging with a baseball bat. Somehow the pinata withstood each blow. Finally, the kids encouraged their teacher to take a turn. She turned into Babe Ruth and took a healthy cut, promptly hitting her boyfriend in the head. It was a glancing blow, but he had to go to ER. The following week I asked her how he was doing.
Her response shocked me. “I don’t know. We broke up.” I’m sorry for what happened to the guy, but that’s about the best break-up story ever.
It is only recently that I heard about Pinatas. Now you can buy them in England, often portraying leading politicians that you can happily bash away at.
Another import from across the Atlantic that we never knew we needed, like baseball caps. π π
Best wishes, Pete.
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ah! ))
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Haha! Good one.
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quote: this is one occasion to agree with J. Collins! π
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glad to hear it )
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Oh, so very true!
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I had her mixed up with Susan Collins of Maine.
Was going to post something about losing a brain but thought better.
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Ah!))))
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Let there be candy, Beth. Happy Cinco de Mayo to you!
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Thanks!
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Today, I could not remember where my head was …
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Itβs up there somewhere)
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Iβll look in the mirror this morning
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hahaha a few of us lost our heads tonight over spirited conversation — and a few drinks — but we all made up and realized what fools we were —
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A good resolution
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As a kid, I hated the pinata birthday parties because I always felt sorry for the donkey (which I guess is called a burro). Too violent for me! ;-0 On the other hand, I’m very glad my head is attached to my neck. When I start thinking too much, I could easily lose it.
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Ha! I get that –
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Haha, too funny! And a great quote to accompany your words and image!
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Thanks!
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Gotta love that picture,
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Exactly how it happened and so funny
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Losing your head can be a revelation, figuratively speaking, of course!
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It sure can
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What a find. I will never view a piΓ±ata in quite the same way again.
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We did this piΓ±ata at school and this is what happened )
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It’s fun to be the guy with the rope.
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PiΓ±atas are great fun any time of year.
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Always!
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Tough gig.
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Absolutely
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Nothing like a piΓ±ata butt to brighten the day
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Never fails
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Thatβs so true. Love piΓ±atas.
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I do too!
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Hahaha!! π
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Pin a head on the ata
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yes!
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you’ll make millions off this idea!
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Thanks for sharing this idea. Anita
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I have a funny Cinco de Mayo memory from school worth retelling. One of the third-grade teachers decided to do a pinata with her class as part of the day’s festivities. The teacher’s boyfriend was helping by raising and lowering the pinata from a basketball hoop. Child after child was blindfolded and took turns swinging with a baseball bat. Somehow the pinata withstood each blow. Finally, the kids encouraged their teacher to take a turn. She turned into Babe Ruth and took a healthy cut, promptly hitting her boyfriend in the head. It was a glancing blow, but he had to go to ER. The following week I asked her how he was doing.
Her response shocked me. “I don’t know. We broke up.” I’m sorry for what happened to the guy, but that’s about the best break-up story ever.
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Oh, no! Sorry he got injured but what a story!
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