12-05-2005, 08:08 PM
I still remember when I was a kid, like 9 or 10, I had this recurring dream. It was all in a yellowish tone, like an oldtimey photograph. My mother was a damsel in distress and being attacked by ninjas. Luckily I pulled a pair of nunchaku from a flower pot and kicked liberal ass. The epic battle took place in a wierd place that was sort of a fusion of my old trailer(which i lived in at the time) and my grandmother's house.
Sinners make the best Saints
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