I disappeared like a rabbit into a party-hole, and my journey lasted a week! This is all you need to know about it:
Jealous? We set out to buy the most facially deformed piñata that currently existed in America. Mission accomplished, I think! It did not take us long to murder it and to gorge on its innardly candy, which was Rolos.
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Is it a John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" pinata? It's got the pose down. It should have been full of little candy disco balls and quaaludes!
Am I the only one that didn't understand that it was supposed to be a little disco man until someone told me? I thought it was just, you know, an elegant outfit.
Harry, it is almost a perfect likeness; sadly, the pinata bears no trace of the Ginger. And Sean, you are righter than you know--its face was caved in such a way that the nose was entirely missing.
It's not your lack of understanding, fair Tricia, it's your youth. How can you be expected to recognize a disco man when you were not yet born in those embarassing times?
No spiders inside? I'd demand a refund. After I ate the Rolos which I love. You, my little corn puff, are entirely beautiful as well as brilliant. It seems unfair to the rust of us. Love,
Rebecca, you are not rusted and also that picture of me is airbrushed! In reality I have a small cat's paw emerging from the center of my face in lieu of a nose.
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Is it a John Travolta "Saturday Night Fever" pinata? It's got the pose down. It should have been full of little candy disco balls and quaaludes!
Mick Hucknall, surely: the resemblance is uncanny.
They did a great job giving the pinata 70's hair.
My first thought was "Michael Jackson." Some sort of composite Michael Jackson.
Am I the only one that didn't understand that it was supposed to be a little disco man until someone told me? I thought it was just, you know, an elegant outfit.
Harry, it is almost a perfect likeness; sadly, the pinata bears no trace of the Ginger. And Sean, you are righter than you know--its face was caved in such a way that the nose was entirely missing.
It's not your lack of understanding, fair Tricia, it's your youth. How can you be expected to recognize a disco man when you were not yet born in those embarassing times?
She is axually 38.
No spiders inside? I'd demand a refund. After I ate the Rolos which I love. You, my little corn puff, are entirely beautiful as well as brilliant. It seems unfair to the rust of us. Love,
Rebecca the Aged & Rusted
Rebecca, you are not rusted and also that picture of me is airbrushed! In reality I have a small cat's paw emerging from the center of my face in lieu of a nose.
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