The Piñata, contrary to popular belief, did not originate in Marco Polo’s trip to China, nor in the Aztec “Feast of a Thousand Maggots”, or even in the deceptively similar Portuguese custom of bashing a donkey’s head in to get at the delicious brains inside. The roots of this tradition go far beyond these relatively recent traditions, all the way back to the Bronze Age, particularly Ancient Greece, and even more particularly to the aftermath of the Trojan War (known back then as “The Great War” and “Operation Trojan Freedom”).
The Trojans suffered humiliating defeat at the hands of the wily Greeks, by letting a giant wooden horse into their city, as if there was nothing was more natural for a retreating army to leave behind. This “Trojan Horse” was filled, much like New York’s F train on its last leg in Queens, with sweaty and hairy Greek men. These men snuck out at night and conquered the drunken revelers, much to the dismay of the wine merchants, who felt the night still had potential.
After the defeat, and the 30 or so years of failed occupation, Trojans have come to distrust Greeks, gifts, and horses. Thus we got such lasting sayings as “beware of Greeks bearing gifts,” “really, you shouldn’t have,” and “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, pull on its tail to see if it’s real” (which was later shortened, and thus corrupted, into “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth”). Every year, the Trojans would commemorate their defeat in the war by building a similar wooden horse, wheeling it into the city again, but this time bashing it to shards with large sticks (Incidentally, the Southern tradition of re-enacting the Civil War with a different outcome drew inspiration from this event, though Southerners failed to learn anything from the Trojans’ high regard for literacy and personal hygiene). The Trojan tradition of placing the city’s mayor inside the horse was discontinued after only five years, when they found no one wished to be mayor anymore.
As time wore on, Trojans became lazier, the horse got smaller, and they would often let their children bash the horse for them, while they sat around, drinking and complaining about the heat. After a few years, famed philosopher Thiskethazos reasoned that blindfolding the children, hanging the horse from a tree, and filling it with treats, would keep the children occupied for even longer. This custom gradually traveled through Europe and on to the Americas, from one group of lazy men to another, until finally reaching its pinnacle in Mexico, where the piñata, as well as sitting around and drinking, were both perfected.
Two brief, mildly related, notes:
* Trojan Condoms are named so because, once used, they hold countless little soldiers yearning to conquer, much like the Trojan Horse (Ironically, the Greek army did not use such protection, bringing crippling syphilis back to Achaea after their encounter with the infamous Trojan Whores).
* The Statue of Liberty was devised as a modern Trojan Horse, in an ill-advised attempt to conquer the United States. When the French realized that they had forgotten to fill it with soldiers, they passed it off as a gift, but have been rude and condescending towards Americans ever since
The phrase "have your cake and eat it too" was not originally intended to be critical of someone who wants the best of both worlds, but simply of someone who indulges in disgusting habits. “Have your cake” is naturally meant sexually, and so to eat it afterwards was frowned upon, even in the most liberal circles of 19th century Paris. Charles Baudelaire once wrote a poem on this indulgent habit, which he practiced more than once. Certain obtuse literary critics misread this as a profound metaphor for man’s inability to achieve everything in life and the necessity of compromise, This new interpretation of the phrase became more popular in the English speaking world; there are still certain regions of France where the old meaning prevails, which has caused more than one unfortunate incident involving either the stoning of British or American tourists, or the concoction of a very unappetizing desert.
19th century poet Charles Baudelaire was struck by inspiration at odd times and felt compelled to write no matter what else he was doing at the time. This often occurred during sexual intercourse when, having no other means available to him, he would use his semen to scribble rhyming couplets on his partner’s back or abdomen. This came to be to known among the prostitutes of Paris as the herpè-exergue or Herpe-graph.
The Powderkeg Cactus (Ferocactus Unguentumarcha) is a type of cactus indigenous to the American West. It is easily distinguishable by its brown color, black horizontal bands, and barrel-like size and shape. These unique characteristics have allowed it to avoid extinction when man arrived in the region by conforming to the altered surroundings.
Powderkeg Cacti were typically found around saloons in the Old West, where they mimicked the powderkegs that stood around them. Some of these cacti even developed elaborate black patterns on their sides, which from a distance and at a certain light, looked like the word "POWDER." Over the years, the cactus also developed immunity to bullets, and was often used as a hiding spot in gunfights. The sharper cowboys actually preferred the cactus, as they knew that hiding behind an actual powderkeg is not such a smart idea.
The fruit of the Powderkeg Cactus grows on top of the barrel body of the plant, and looks somewhat like a beer mug, with the seeds concentrated in the handle-like protrusion. The cactus developed a unique way of spreading its seeds: when the town drunk inevitably tried to pick up the “beer” standing on the “keg” the thorny seeds on the handle clung to his hand. The man would then rub his hand on his pant leg in an attempt to get rid of the stinging sensation, which would allow the seeds to attach themselves to the fabric. The seeds can stay suspended in this dormant stage for weeks, even months, until the pants are finally washed in a nearby stream.
Once the seeds come into contact with water, they plump up and drift down the river, to end up in the pans of prospectors searching the bottom of the stream for gold. The seeds cling to their wet sleeves or beards, until they return to town. When the prospectors jump around in front of the saloon, announcing they have found gold, the seeds finally drop to the ground and begin their germination with a sufficient supply of water for the process.
In recent years the Powderkeg Cactus has become increasingly rare, usually found only in ghost towns and on Hollywood sets, which have themselves become quite rare since the decline of the Western genre. The largest collection of Powderkeg Cacti can be found in "The Powderkeg Cactus Conservation Ranch" just north of San Diego, where the cacti are preserved and bred by artificial insemination using specially trained “drunks” and “prospectors” recruited through guest worker initiatives in Mexico and India.
The Flatulence Accumulation and Redistribution Tank, also known colloquially as the Gas Stall or F.A.R.T Box, is a lavatory specifically designed to receive, store and dispense bodily emissions of a gaseous nature. In its most basic form, the stall consists of a bowl connected via vacuum tube to a storage compartment. The procedure of operating the mechanism is quite simple and easy to follow – once the posterior is placed on the bowl the vacuum pump is automatically activated and whatever gases are produced are immediately sucked into the device, de-smellified*, and stored for future use. A gentle tug is enough to release the bottom from the device’s suction effect and cease the process of gas extraction.
In the manual model the gas is stored in a metal tank, which, once filled, can be removed and replaced with a new one. The full tank may be left in front of the house for your friendly neighborhood gasman to drain and return. Alternatively, the gas may be used domestically for outdoor gas-based barbeques or for running hybrid lawnmowers. The deluxe model is already equipped with tubes that automatically transfer the gas to wherever it might be needed in the house, to be used for heating, cooking or even as a cheap alternative fuel for hybrid cars (this requires a Conversion, Retention, and Alteration Pump, which could easily fit in any standard size garage).
Two villages in the Netherlands – Flatugen in the Utrecht province and Borborygwijk in Gelderland – have already installed public gas stalls. In Flatugen there are currently seventeen public gas stalls, all of which are linked by a series of underground pipes to a central station that provides fuel for all of the city’s milk trucks and public transport. In Borborygwijk there are twelve gas stalls that are emptied weekly; the gases are transferred to a large fireworks factory on the outskirts of town which uses the gas in its great Bevrijdingsdag (Liberation Day) fireworks display.
* The process of de-smellification is patented and cannot be explained in detail here, but essentially, the useful gases are separated from the merely smelly ones by a process of reverse osmosis through a multiple-layered diaphragm made up of a semi-permeable latticework of porous cellular membranes.
Though the term is now familiarly used to stipulate any illegal trial or sham legal proceeding, during the British colonization of Australia the phrase was used to disparage marsupials when they attempted to form an independent judicial system; the British often mocked their naïve idealism, poor penmanship, and tiny powdered wigs.
Kangaroos were used as a catch-all term because even Koalas, Wombats, and Bandicoots had to admit that kangaroos were pretty dumb.
Contrary to popular belief, the word Superbowl does not come from the combination of the two words “Super” and “Bowl,” but actually from the words “Superb” and “Owl.” This dates back to 13th century Florence, where the earliest form of football first appeared (back then it was known as Piede-Testicolo) and the winning team would receive a superb owl (Superbo Allocco), which they would then ceremoniously roast over an open flame (Aperto Flamma). During the first American Superb Owl, famed sportscaster Truman Capote (Autenticouomo Comprehend) made a quip about a particularly tasty bowl of cherries, which were the common snack food served at sports arenas at the time, and the name stuck ever since (Bloccato da allora).
Incidentally, the worst areas of a sports arena are known as “the pits” because that is where wealthy people used to spit their cherry seeds, targeting the poverty-stricken and indigent, who would hungrily gather the pits and suck on them longingly, getting much needed sustenance in the form of cherry specks and rich-man saliva.