flickr photo by ajaweston

After opening my fridge I was surprised to see that I had somehow acquired a glorious amount of food over the night. The previous night of debauchery left me feeling hazy and I had no recollection of purchasing these groceries and would be nearly impossible to have done so after leaving the bar at 2:00 AM.

As I went into my living room to sit on my couch and ponder what could have possibly happened I stumbled over a bo staff and cut my foot on a shuriken. I cursed out in anguish, subsequently waking the owner of these tools. A ninja rolled over on my couch looking more hungover than myself. He got up, picked up his weapons, thanked me for the drinks from the previous night and told me not to worry about the food. He then somewhat deftly walked out of my apartment.

After he left, I hobbled back to my fridge and poured myself a drink. It was going to be a strange day.

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