Hmm, so when little ninjas in training reach a certain age ...Master: Grasshopper, if you can snatch this pebble from my hand, then you are ready.(swipe!)Grasshopper (in breaking adolescent voice): I did it master, I did it.Master: Well done. Now come with me, Grasshopper. It is time for the ceremony to begin.Grasshopper: I did it!Master (to assistants): Hold him down.Grasshopper: What is happening, Master? Why are you holding those two large rocks? Master!?! What did they just inject me with?Master: Nothing to worry about, Grasshopper. The injections will one day enable you to learn a fabled attack known as the Cleavage of Death. Now, this may sting a little.(The sound of two rocks squashing something between them, following by an agonized scream.) Master: No longer shall you be called Grasshopper. From now on you are Lily Blossom, feared Ninja mistress.
Well, I think some changes need to be made! Do we complain to the head ninja?
Something is not quite right in ninjaland!
Just goes to show that you can sex anything up for Halloween.
ninjas are the only costume for me!NOT!!!
Whatever happened to your Halloween pics?
I guess this is another thing I would have not typically noticed on my own...but you have pointed out!
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