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Pinata surprise of the day, or, why is that pinata squirming?

On the front age of today's Tennessean is a story about the various and sundry means that illegal immigrants are secreting themselves into the US. One of the more creative (and possibly whacked out) ways to sneak in is via pinata shipments. There are so many jokes here and I really don't have time to get started, but I can just imagine the scene at a kid's birthday party in southern cal:

¿mama, mama, está un hombre en mi pinata..is él posiblemente un inmigrante ilegal? ¡Éste es el mejor presente que he recibido SIEMPRE!

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  • From Salemtown, Tennessee, United States
  • Cruising past 50, my wife and I have reared three kids and several dogs. I work for state government and daily conspire to deflate bureacracy.
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