Wait... what was I saying?

First off, before I start this post.  FEAR THE URBAN NINJA . Yes, that's right, we now have smilies. My hats off to Timbo, he has done it again.

Now then, I am having a serious problem with my imagination lately. I think the Gnomes are attacking again. You know the gnomes, those little buggers that climb in your head when you have a really good thought and they pluck it right out and run off into the hills, laughing and smoking gnome pot the whole way? I heard last night they upgraded from thought theft to eyeliner, or so says my friend Shae.

They're evil little buggers that are quite predictable, yet nigh uncatchable. Everytime you have something great on your hands, thier good thought radar goes off and they jump into your ear at lightning speed, dance around on the frontal lobe for a little while, break out the hacksaws, steal the thought and leave everything in total dissarray.

Some, however, don't leave. They set up residense in your brain, which causes hyperactivity due to the blasting rave music, ringing in your ears due to pathetic tap dancing, or severe migranes from them trying to install indoor plumbing down your spine and through your skull.

Oh, and the government knows about it, why do you think all the docters tell you not to put Q-tips so deep into your ear? I'll tell you why! Some of the gnomes are selected CIA officers, super stealthy. Even past the Urban Ninja level of stealth, and we all know about the urban ninjas. They come in when you're having that one breakthrough thought that would re-form and complete your society and economy, or solve world hunger, and "SNATCH" it's gone. Back up to the CIA for lock down and perminate brain washability. You never remember a think, it's harmless, painless and downright ruthless. The government wouldn't want you taking out some of thier top agents with a mere Q-Tip.

I sat down the other day with one of these gnomes, however they stole that part of my brain about 10 minutes ago and left me with nothing but an empty shell for the interview. Must of been some revealing stuff.

What? You say you've never heard of the Gnomes? I'm afraid they've gotten to you already my friend. Yes, I'm sorry. Next time wear a hat made of tin-foil and stuff rabbit testicles in your ears. This won't help a bit, mind you, but it will make for a great story during my next christmas party.

So in summery, the gnomes are stealing your thoughts, the CIA's out to ruin the world, and the best pot in the world is grown by little thought thieves. Pass it, my tiny little ninja brother.