Today was International Day of the Ninja.
And I missed it.
In my body screaming blue murder on two hours sleep after too many bottles of red wine after standing in the sun for four billion hours and the stupid motherfucking clear straps on my ugly arsed bra rubbed my delicate flesh until a blister of epic proportions appeared on my shoulder that I didn’t even feel because the PAIN and AGONY of walking around a motherfucking FARM in 12 inch heels in blistering heat (pun intended) haze I completely forgot.
And that has pissed off the Ninja Gods or something I am sure.
So to appease my Ninja overlords and prevent finding some Ninja hiding in my wardrobe and eating all my cereal, I will direct you here and here, where I let my freak flag fly some Ninja chick broke into my house.
With guest appearances by Stealth Ninja moves boy and Ninja Biatch (aka the only time you will see a face on pic of Moo and Boo)