|I ask you: How do you leave the store without this? Impossible.|
And now, Pedro's day has finally arrived. Tonight, we are having a Japan-themed party to celebrate the end of a fantastic era of shenanigans, as my beloved roommate and I prepare to part ways, and the beginning of a new era as I plan to invade Tokyo. And frankly, Pedro is going to steal the show. At this very moment he is perched on a pedestal, ready to Kamikaze pilot his way into immortality. See:
|Keroppi pin for courage. Fierceness just cuz.|
And we are going to do him PROUD, don't you doubt that for a second.
Oddly enough (or not odd at all), I realized this isn't the first time I've found myself preparing to mourn a piñata. Given what a crafty middle schooler I was, I made a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle piñata (Michelangelo, of course. DUH.), and after 13 good years of hanging around the house, his day of glory came:
|We will never forget.|