Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I suppose you think this is funny, babies. I come home from a long day of work and there you are with your fellow thugs staking out a place on my front stoop. Well let me tell you something: I am not afraid of you. Even when you took me down your underground lair and showed my your "death crib" I barely even broke a sweat. What kind of ninjas wear pink, and red and yellow anyway? I suppose it doesn't matter to you that my loyal pet rhino and warthog were brutally murdered by gang of ninjas back in the late eighties....there was pizza crust everywhere...wait, what? What was I saying? Oh yeah. GET OFF MY STOOP YOU DAMN NINJA BABIES!