Knuckles & Chuckles

It's difficult to type this evening. I cut my index knuckle today at mom and dad's house. I was helping to do the laundry (my nemesis) and............well, ...... uh, ........ these really large men came busting down the door to the living room. They had guns drawn and were sweeping the room yelling for everyone to hit the floor. I wasn't having any part of it. I did my famous ninja move, which caught them off guard. The first kick hit the main guy right on the bridge of his nose, knocking him out. The second kick caught the other man right on the jaw and he dropped like a rock. Two down one left to go. When the third guy looked up, I was hanging in the air like Trinity in the Matrix. When the room stopped spinning, my black boot caught him right under the chin, snapping his head back and he too dropped to the floor.

Mom and dad were stunned. I had saved the day. They had no idea I knew all those moves. I had escaped with no major injuries, but somehow cut my knuckle. A small price to pay for world peace.

The End.

ps. I cut it on the laundry basket.... but I thought the other story sounded better. Yes, yes, I know. You believed the ninja story and I apologize. I didn't mean to deceive you.... but the laundry basket sounded so lame. The cut is right on the knuckle and very difficult to move. This whole post took me 30 minutes to type. It took 30 minutes because I was fighting off a band of thieves with one hand tied behind my back. They were trying to steal the diamond that I had hidden in my secret safe. The infra red security system that I had installed warned me of their invasion, and sure enough, they were trying to slip into my apartment using repelling ropes and smoke bombs...... my cats flew into their Super Feline capes and cracked their knuckles before unleashing the Claws of Death. oops. I guess you don't believe that one either, huh?
Oh well. I'm tired and my finger hurts. I'm going to bed. Night y'all.