It's a lovely sunny afternoon and I just picked up some new punch balloons at the dollar store. I start to blow a nice pastel pink balloon on my couch. It soon gets huge to the point where I'm scared of how tight it's getting. I can't quite get a good neck on it but I certainly try. The balloon ends up exploding and shooting away, nearly breaking a picture frame nearby. The mouthpiece snaps back onto my lip and leaves a mark. I laugh and pick up the pieces.