I saw a guy in camouflage pants that were all shades of blue, like he was going to be hiding in a meat locker. Like some kind of refrigerator ninja. So then I started to think of what a good idea that is. Who comes home and checks the fridge for an assassin?
Nobody. You might check the closet or the shower or under the bed, but never in the fridge. And then as soon as you let your guard down, and reach into the ice box for some Gatorade, BAM! Dead as a hamburger.
So now every time I come home I stand in the doorway looking at the fridge wondering if there’s a ninja in it. I could get a lock for the door but I think they can pick locks, they’re good with that kind of stuff. I think if I leave a pack of jumbo shrimp in there that would keep them out. Shrimp is a pretty strong smell. But then if the ninja came from Chinatown he would be immune.
So now I live in fear of the Chinese Refrigerator Ninja. I have no way to protect myself except to keep my Gatorade on the counter.
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