drop bear
Sr. Grandmaster
What?
What do you mean they don't prove anything?
I mean, I had this dream the other night. I was wearing a loincloth for some reason, probably because my wife told me once that she'd like to see that. Y'all don't need to think too much about that... Mental Eraser Insert Here.
Anyway, my Russian beuty got captured by this cyclops, my wife did, (yeah, I know this paints me with the Ulysses marker, so what) and this huge guy is climbing this hill and he's pointing behind him as my wife with her fantastic derriere' is totally flashing over his shoulder, and he's sending his... I think the best word is minions at me and they are all wearing ninja costumes because (I think) that's what was my prototypical "Bad Guy" was when I was age 8 to 18 and I have to go up the trail on this hill, and the hill is mostly sand and it's hard to run uphill and these ninja guys - who are wearing different colored.... shoot I've no idea what the ninja gi is called (help me please) and these dudes and I suppose dudettes because some are smaller are running down the hill at me all deathly quiet because no one has ever heard a ninja say anything ever and I'm trying to run uphill in sand and everyone knows how impossible that is and still look cool and I'm failing miserably and here comes the first one and he launches himself in a flying kick and I'm like "Whew, that's easy" and I just touch him as he flies over and I duck and then the next one is there and he throws 3 shruriken with all three of his arms and I slip them mostly slipping as I go "Wow, really? 3 arms?" and then I'm on him and his hand is in his shirt as apparently nobody has ever dodged all all 3 and I suddenly remember "Wait! 3 Arms!" so I duck and his swing goes over my head as I head butt him in the solar plex (remember, running uphill in sand) but because of the sand it's not that effectual and all it does is move him back a pace so a quic Osoto and he goes down and on my way past I step on his neck and then the next one is there and he has his ninja-to out and it's cutting in a kesa-cut for all my important bits, which I think are important too keep intact, so I accelerate just enough to get inside the cut which most swordsman don't expect and I think "Whoa! Lucky!" and then keep going while dragging his lead wrist with me and as he spins around I invert his wrist witht a nifty mawashi-lock I discovered and he squeals like a little girls which I find surprising because I thought ninja had vows of silence but maybe that is just the TV ones, or maybe the movie ones, I don't know and now I've got his ninja-to and I've no damn idea how to use it so I just put it out in front of me and continue running... uphill... in sand....
This dream goes on for a long, long time folks. I could keep going, but I think you would get bored.
In the end, the fantastic derriere and I end up in the cyclop's hot tub drinking his mead, so it's all good.
And guess what I learned?
It really is hard to run in sand.
Yeah well when you put it that way........