The sky is falling, the sky is falling

A few weeks ago we had this huge party/pig roast. It was a great time and we got a few good stories out of it as well. It was funny when somebody told me that it looked like a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting was just put in the jiffy john with a stick of dynamite in it. We had a bloody nose or two in the big moon bounce. Me and my brother-in-law were running around with the pig tongue in our mouth. Oh no- that is almost like we were kissing the same pig!!

But I think that the funniest story of all was when Travis Hosstetter asked me at work if I had a good lawyer. He said that he got a severe head injury when a piece of candy hit him on the head. Turns out that the candy cannon/potato gun that my brother was shooting candy out of for the kids was a nice little weapon. Travis showed me the mark on his bald head and it looked like a cartoon knot almost. Luckily his kid did not get hit. He had the 6 month old on his back on one of those kiddy back packs toting the kid around the party. Like I usually do I tried to joke around about it with him and told him that it was probably a dum dum lollipop? He says all serious like- No it was a blow pop I am pretty sure.

Its not a real party without Beer, Band, Cops, and a hillbilly candy scramble!!!!

E.H