Flipping Out Ninja Stylee

After a hard day dossing at Westwardian, I found myself a Scab, a Krime, a Jew (sorry, Joe), an Emu, and an Olive. We attacked Chemical Ville (a.k.a. Maccy D's) where we made a lot of mess and a lot of nose. I mean noise. But whatever. Most of the noise was eminating from Emma and myself, as we "sang" along to my lovely CD, complied the night before.

There was a bit of a struggle:


And then Moses (sorry, Joe) stole the ear phone from Emanuelle.


At last we left the hell hole that is Chemical Land, and descended on the park, where we danced and sang, and danced and sang, and danced and SANG, and pretended to be NINJAS.


And that was my nice day that I can no longer be bothered to describe.

I loves you all, and wants your babies.