When is it a good time to tell your wife you're storing 500 pinatas in your basement?

Last night I was at home sitting around the dinner table casually reflecting on the day while sipping on some delicious nips of Dr. McGillicuddy's when my wife storms up from the basement. "What the hell is all that sht down there?" "The boxes?" "Yeah, the boxes- what the hell is all that stuff?" "Those are the Nipyatas I was telling you about. They are gonna sell like hotcakes, sweetie." Then came the death stare. Anyway, the moral of the story is there is NO GOOD TIME TO DISCUSS 500 NIPYATAS STORED IN THE BASEMENT. So please get your orders in quick before my wife throws out all of our inventory.  Thanks and have an awesome day! -Senor Nippy Yata

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