FOUND: Winnie the piñata

On my second to last day at work, I saw a Winnie the Pooh piñata for $5 at a charity shop and had to have it. I had no occasion for it yet, but I figured occasions surface all the time.


So I brought Winnie home, gave him a tour and realized I had already grown so attached to him that it seemed like filling him with candy and beating the shit out of him would be wrong. It would be like I was doing it to my brother.

Is it weird I'm now considering going to the piñata district in downtown to buy a spare piñata? Or maybe I should wait, Winnie could be a bad houseguest, you never know...


- Typed on iPhone , sorry for iMistakes