My guitar collection (14 of them) was being used by these fellow ninjas (21 of them) from a different dojo last week. Last nite, Saturday, the ninjas asked if they could come over and wail on my guitars. I said no I was busy porking a couple of hot babes at the time. At 7:30 they all went for a "short" fly around the room trying to stay in shape and turn invisible. At 11:30 they called, and said they were at the dojo & were going to spend the night there. I heard quiet wailing guitars in the background.
I go to the dojo. The ninjas are there, of course. I tell them if they attempt to wail on my guitars again I'll call their menopausal moms. (I DON'T cut their heads off with my toenail, but I wanted to.)
I also call the ninja's babysitters, and say the same thing: they stay away or else be prepared for me to scratch their face or commit massive seppuku on them.
That clan of ninjas is barred from my dojo for life, or at least until I finish this bowl of extra spicy chili.
I go to the dojo. The ninjas are there, of course. I tell them if they attempt to wail on my guitars again I'll call their menopausal moms. (I DON'T cut their heads off with my toenail, but I wanted to.)
I also call the ninja's babysitters, and say the same thing: they stay away or else be prepared for me to scratch their face or commit massive seppuku on them.
That clan of ninjas is barred from my dojo for life, or at least until I finish this bowl of extra spicy chili.
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