Pollyanna Year 12

We’ve been getting together for 12 years now for our annual gift exchange, a tradition stretching back into high school.

The highlight of the night was the egging of Mcinaw. He came in last place in the PWP fantasy football league last year. His punishment kept getting pushed back as we weren’t able to get the majority of the group together. Unfortunately for Mcinaw we got together on perhaps the coldest night of the year.

After gifts were exchanged we went out to the front yard. It was about 10 or 12 degrees out. Someone had left a dozen eggs outside and they were near frozen at this point. Mcinaw was wearing a hoodie and had a bud light box for protection from headshots.

Dub started the egging by running in to close range and crow hopping into a throw sending an egg square into Mcinaw’s back. Mcinaw recoiled in pain as a dozen of us started unloading eggs. He backed away as we all encroached upon him. I got a sold zinger that landed in his side making a satisfying pop as it exploded.

Tom ran in and with another crow hop ripped an egg into Mcinaw’s side. Molly put an egg back into the carton and said “I can’t do this” as she watched her boyfriend suffer. Most eggs popped on impact, but some eggs were frozen enough that they just bounced off him whole. The pain was bad enough that Mcnaw yelled at us all to back up, clearly angry.

Just then Tom hit him with a headshot in the ear, and we all took a collective pause to gage his reaction. Unfazed or unaware, Andrew came running in from behind and hit him with a throw from close range. Mcinaw took off in a sprint after Andrew, tackling him and driving him into the frozen ground. I’m not sure if we were out of eggs at that point, but it was clear that now was a good time to end the egging.