is there a more satisfying demonstration of child-like joy than wildly bashing the living shit out of an object which promises a rain of sugary goodness for your troubles?
That's some excellent summer-hatin' buzzkill there; it's good to remember that every good thing has someone who hates it. What swimming-pool Metro are you riding, though, that brings you into contact with tight, damp clothing? (P.S. and tell me where I can catch it.)
Pinata parties are good fun, but only until someone brings out the one that looks like you.
Pinata parties are good fun, but only until someone brings out the one that looks like you.
[Edited on Apr 14, 2005 5:11PM]