Strictly For My Ninjas

"When you're choosing between two evils, always try to choose the one you haven't tried yet."

-Mae West

Nothing like starting the morning reading a discussion between teenage boys on the message boards. Today, it was about the age-old question of boxers versus briefs. It's inevitable when everything slides downward into the subject of 'skid marks.'

So, I have become a topic of conversation at work. It all must have started when I wore a sleeveless t-shirt on the hottest days there. I had to. The sweat was pouring off me at a very fast rate so the muscles were evident. Even my manager let out a very obvious, "Whoa!" while I was getting ready. The only person that knows more about me is one of my co-workers that I met in the gym long ago, Mike. To others, I am a mystery because I'm not quite as talkative as I used to be thanks to being depressed that one of the girls I work with quit. She was a lot of fun in keeping things light and able to be dealt with.

I'll just put it bluntly. I'm a ninja. Not funny yet? According to the various questions I am getting from co-workers, they want to know where I learned the martial arts from. This has me laughing because it's become one small thing blown way out of proportion. All it took was an amusing martial arts stance where I pretended that I'd take on my manager. There was a meeting and he looked at me for a response at some point. Me being me, I wasn't paying attention and responded to all these eyes by taking a defensive stance. You've heard of them, MMA (mixed martial arts) bouts that has the world going crazy and I'm a ninja.

Today just had me laughing at all this. One of the guys working with me asked me where I trained so me being the moron that I am told him Japan. I now have an origin, too, where my dad was stationed there for the Air Force. It was here, at the age of 5 or so, that I learned ninjitsu. If you are laughing at this, join the club with Sara. She found it funny as well on how this thing just keeps going. Love the response to me living in Japan and training with ninjas:

"Cool!"

I guess that, thanks to the world of MMA becoming so big, guys wish they could be in the octagon beating others senseless. Can't really blame 'em. The badder you look, the more pussy just melts as you walk by. Me? I'm just a dork inside, tried and true and proud, even if my manager continues to make Bruce Lee noises when I'm nearby.

Strictly for my ninjas, yo.

I'd love to get into more stuff, seeing as I've been reading this new sex book I got at Waldenbooks. Some kids left it in the Arts & Entertainment section because all boys enjoy looking at boobies when fine photography is involved. I've never heard of 'urophilia,' the act of urine as sexual excitement. Apparently, some boys and girls enjoy watching the other pee in their pants. Yikes.

Unfortunately, I am dog-tired thanks to this never ending rainy weather and work's usual tiring aspects. Even ninjas get tired, ya know? I don't know how Silva does it. He's this MMA guy that trains while wearing a snorkel. This helps build his endurance even more since he's gonna need it in the December 29th fight with Chuck Liddell. Makes my old bicep workout look like shit. Happy twats all around.