Mirror, Mirror

On the wall,

Who is the bootyfullest of them all?

Well, at least from last night, Sabrina was.

‘Tis a pity you weren’t there. Here’s a closer view.

BTW, that is not my place. I find mirrors tacky.

Sabrina, on the other hand, is even more infatuated with herself than I was.

And now onto other business, my mail box was littered with a few emails about my ninja pic from yesterday. What was really odd is that they were mostly negative.

“Where’s the booty, Professor?�

Hey, if I had only one gig, that’d be pretty boring, wouldn’t it?

“You should have given us warning, Professor. I was at work�

That sounds like a personal problem, bubba. Quit being a perv at work or just up and quit and be a perv at home.

Or, try and get a job like mine where being a perv is a paycheck.

“That is an illicit picture! I’m calling yada, yada, yada�

Hey pal, that picture was censored by the Japanese government when they took my camera as I passed back through Honshu from Taiwan on my way home to OTI. It was the black blur or I had to give them the film.

So lay off.

This email was my favorite one though, (and I paraphrase)

“What are you doing hanging out with ninjas, Professor, aren’t they evil?�

Some are, some aren’t. It all depends on they’re mission. And what do I care if they’re good or evil, so long as I’m not the target?

Kenda was a good ninja, hired by OTI to make sure I stayed out of trouble and didn’t break up any more marriages while in the country. I think I still have a fella or two looking for me there. I didn’t know the ladies were married. No, I didn’t ask, that just kills the mood, even if they aren’t.

Besides, Kenda followed me home to OTI, using her ninja skills to enter my bungalow and lay in wait for me to come home one evening. I mean, who could tell this to get out?

Have a good week everyone. Kenda will be going home on Thursday so that leaves my weekend “Open for Business�.