Ninja takeover

Ooh now i'm ready to brawler punch this retarded blogger app, just lost all my poetic waxing text..feelin and g skin turn green...shirt ripping...don't make me angry blogger....you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.....

ok, fine. i'm not mad.  i will rewrite this stupid thing for the third. FREAKING. time. deep breath. i'm not mad...

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....in lieu of my usual once a week bantering, rambling, ranting foaming at the mouth recourse of my weekly boxing or body combat class, (this is getting worse and worse each time...and why-oh-why-do-do-this-to-an-empty-audience-of...hello out there???? echo....hello hello hello...)  in lieu of all that, what a funny word, lieu, like a bathroom-loo, loo-loo-loo-loo-sounding weirder by the second....now what was i saying?)  oh yeah. so today i shall attempt to wax poetically (like waxing a car, a surfboard..) about the beauties the agonies and defeats of this absolutely ridiculous week before Christmas, someone give me another ninja-bread cookie and a slug of egg nog, please... about how I used my fighting prowess to roundhouse-kick my way through crowded shopping centers, karate-chopping my way to the front of retail check-out lines, muay-thai-shoving my car back through the throngs of lunatic holiday drivers on crack, jitzu-wrestling or however it's spelled, irritable as heck sticky tape onto combative packages of plastic junk for next year's yard sale... wow i'm sounding like the grinch already...whilst (good word) slathering my already sickened arteries with the molten-lava lard of too much Christmas candy, cupcakes and ninja-bread cookies.  oh and the poetic part..

Twas the week before Christmas when all through the house..
not a creature was stirring but my highly distractable brain and whatever rhymes with mouse.



My boxing gloves and wraps, they lay in a heap,
on my tired gym bag, not making a peep (or a pow!)