Some Small Pinatas

At Rory's fifth birthday party, we took him and his guests to a party at the bowling alley. The afternoon started with bowling and then we would retire to the party-room for other games, hot dogs and cake. It was sure to be a festive occasion and, as such, of course my good friend James would make his requisite appearance. One of the activities planned was a pinata that I had spent much time manually filling the night before. Unfortunately, the ceiling in this room was far too high to fasten the pinata within "whacking" access of the children. James provided the solution. He tied the pinata to the end of a broom handle and stood up on a chair suspending the pinata outwards in front of him. We gave the kids a second broom handle to take turns at the pinata. Now pause for a moment and picture this. The pinata itself must have been made from reinforced steel because these kids were beating the hell out of this thing without even denting it. As fate would have it, when Rory's turn came and we blindfolded him, he had become aware that he would have to swing the broom handle with all his might. Of course, on his second swing he connected perfectly with James' testicles and enough force to have sent a baseball out of the park. Down came James, the broom handle and the pinata as he clutched his loins in comic agony. While choking back tears of laughter (having predicted such an eventuality) I tried to help James to his feet and ask him if he was okay. He responded with something like, "NNNgghhmnnnmmngghhyh".
Trooper that he is, however, James would not disappoint the kids and he mounted on high again to complete the activity...which we did. In the end, James had to tear the pinata open with a hammer. What are those things made of, man? ...... Pinatas, I mean.
See you in hell,
Shakes.