With Tiffany Black in town, another pinyata party was inevitable. Who would think the solution to good times and crazyness was so easy?
1. Pinyata
2. Stick
3. Tasks on cards inside.
Most of the cards involved making out with someone, apparently. Drunken letches like myself took the opportunity to get off with pretty much every girl in the bar, about 15 in total, which is probably more than in the previous year. It was a brilliant night, though at first it certainly didn’t look like it. The usual drunken skinhead weirdo type turned up to break a window and another scene began.
Still, pinyata time solved all. It was like some kind of extreme social accelerator. Fucking cool.

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