So we’re in the pub and someone said “your next story should be titled Fuck Ninja!”
Well, why the fuck not ay?
So this will be a chain story, the first paragraph will be added in the comments.. You all carry on with another comment and let’s see how big this will grow.
Have fun all…
“I’ve always been interested in martial arts…” cont..
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… but I never knew they could be used as weapons. After all, they’ve always just been there…
.. The way they swung was hypnotic, I knew I needed to hold them.. Protect them, support them… Nipple-nunchucks twirling dangerously.
It’s like me and my Iron Cock had finally found someone worthy ..
.. to match me in strength. Iron Cock was notorious in these parts, not just for tearing holes in pants but also for tearing holes in…
.. Socks. Ninja socks mind, ones with little shurikens on them. Strangely, they were surrounded by vagina bunting, odd but fitting.. That’s when I spied her, in the corner of the room was a girl.
I think I’ve found someone to use my toy chest on.
So, after I finished crying the Freeman, I headed over to the girl. I leant in and parted her long black fringe and stared into her eyes. Then, I reached into my toy chest and pulled out a…
..Jeffrey, such an unassuming name for such a weapon. It’s been known to make people drop street biscuits.. If you’re into that kind of thing..
… and holy crying fuck ninja, I was. I remembered last Summer when I had entered the International Street Biscuit Dropping Competition and was beaten in the final by my arch nemesis…
… Soggy Sao. They said he was given the name in High School but they never did tell me what it meant. Thank goodness for Urban Dictionary. But there she was, staring at me. A tear ran down her face and stopped on her upper lip as she muttered, “It was him… It was Soggy Sao, he’s the one who …