Best Dinner Party. Ever

This weekend, Ptichka and I went to a dinner party hosted by one of her friends. As the friend was finishing up dinner, she instructed her husband to entertain us. He went to the laundry room/pantry and procured a plastic baggy full of balloons and one of those bike pumps balloon-animal makers at fairs and carnivals use to blow up their balloons. And then? Then the husband made us all balloon animals. After we returned home, Ptichka proclaimed: "We need to work on our shtick. I mean, how are we ever going to compete with balloon animals? Balloon animals!?" Any suggestions?


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