With good reason you should run, most of them are dead. It might be contagious.
I haven't the time to figure out your mysterious 100 acre wooded ninja tricks. Hmmph!! ! I need to figure out if I have the comorbid thbbllthbbblltt. So far in my research I've only come up with a Jim Morrison song quote "give up your vowels. But I remember him singing it "give up your bowels. I'm sure I can convince myself I have it and will most assuredly will get profession help. Although I might self medicate with Duck Tape(TM) and/or a cork. Should do the trick. I think I have solved it. Now where was I? Thinking about a lone ninja in 100 acre wood who has got the clap? Training went for naught but for a visit to the local clinic.
Ok now what to think on? Hummm, a fake-boob apron sounds fitting. Which of course leads directly to (It does!! ! ) serious medical condition warnings one sometimes hears with the taking of certain male medications to help with certain male.....oh gee whizz golly, how to put this delicately.....Hey wait, did you mean wood or woods? Never mind we're past that, almost. Well anyway if this serious condition lasts for 10 hours, ok it doesn't become serious until after 10 hours. I have no sense of time, apparently. Where was I? Female Doctors, no, no, that's not it. Although you know (Damn intrusive thoughts!! ) if I knew about that warning during puberty, I think I would have spent an awful lot of time at the Doctors. Gads!! where was I? The wood? No. No. No. Oh yeah, one should seek medical help and I don't think Duck Tape(TM) is the way to go. Yup, a Doctors help is in need, lets just hope they aren't wearing the fake-boob apron or OMG!! !, what if, what if, it's a female Doctor? Very unprofessional anyway if they wear a fake-boob apron or has the training gone for naught? Maybe the no longer a lone ninja will be there and I can find out. "and I found out. She was day tripper. Sunday driver, yeah. It took me soooo long to find out, and I found out." Ok, I'll put it down now. I wore it out. I couldn't put the real lyrics in it anyway.
Now what to do, what to do. Think I'll put this Megatron tattoo decal on my clock. Valentines day gift from a Grand brat. Yikes these directions are hard, best ask him how to do it. He'll know. Trust me.
"I'm not interested in a nice, normal relationship" and then I opened the card and it said, "I like ours better". But she signed it with XXX. I think she used a poison pen. You think ninjas are deadly...oooooo boy, you've never met SwampBlossom. This could be fatal. Stop clapping already, I'm going. But heed my prediction, when I am dead I am contagious.
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