I got tired of all the gun posts. 9mm or .45, shotgun or sniper, auto or semiauto, grenade or RPG, cluster bomb or napalm, fuel-air-explosive or nuke. yawn.
I decided to go without technology- to go ninja.
So i bound my feet in black cloth and put on some thongs then made
some additions to my bug-out underpants. Some readers will know that
these are not lice free underwear but a specially designed set of jocks
that have an entire survival kit packed in where you pack your other
male essentials.
So I added a garrott by stealing my mom's cheese slicer- you know
a length of wire with 2 pieces of wood for end pieces. I found 2 kebab
skewers and practiced that ninja shit in the matrix- especially the bit where
Neo eggs on Mr.smith with a wave of his hand.
I also practiced those ninja jumps on the tramp and i can now stay in
the air right up until the point that gravity takes over.
Yesterday i ambushed the dog as the fat bastard was chowing down
on his never ending food bowl. I ninja jumped on his back and shoved
the skewers in his ears as far as they'd go - which wasn't far cos
he has those thick, fat, floppy ears that tell the other dogs "I'm
a fat, stupid, over fed d**k head who can't even remember where
his balls are to lick them."
So it kinda surprised me when the fat pr**K turned on me and bit
me in the 'nads- right thru my bug out underpants. Next time I'll
lift those ears at the last second and give it to him deep. Yeh he's
goin' down.
Next, i started practising with the garrott. I was decapitating Mrs.
Jansen's flowers next door until she turned the hose on me and then
i saw old lady Brown shuffling past the front gate. I managed to
garrott all of the aluminium tubes of her walking frame before she
even knew it. senile b**ch. she's zombie food fer sure.
When my mom bailed me out of the police station she said at 28 i
was too old for this shit and that i should stick with guns. yeah yeah.
she's a lost cause and zombie food. probably a zombie rape victim too
for the really ugly zombies. I was a finely tuned instrument of death
not a fat, gun totin', beer guzzlin', jerk who last saw his penis in a low
hung mirror.
Anyways, the best part was when i ordered the magic invisible
cloak by harry potter mail order. I didn't wanna waste it on the dog,
so i waited for Mrs. Brown's senile old husband Jack to go past.
I leapt out with the invisible cloak on and at the ready with my skewers.
Old Jack was f*(**n terrified, eyes poppin and amazed at my
invisibility as I snickered under the cloak looking up at him under
an edge. But i didn't get to stick him cos he just fainted, clutching
his chest and jerking in pain.
yair, i'm a world of pain. American ninja. I ran down the block as
a bunch of police and others went past, probably looking for a fire
or somethin'. Since then my mom called me and gave me $1000 to
get outta town for a while so i booked a ticket to
disney and man here i am!!





