http://www.xanga.com/i_cant_read0Latest Xanga weblog from i_cant_read0en-us60http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gifhttp://www.xanga.com/i_cant_read0http://www.xanga.com/i_cant_read0/133505405/item.htmlhttp://www.xanga.com/i_cant_read0/133505405/item.htmlWed, 15 Sep 2004 17:11:40 GMT<A href="http://www.xanga.com" target="_new">Xanga</A><BR><BR>Today at 3:30 p.m. (central standard time) operation blue cherry was underway.&nbsp; My operatives were stationed at positions around the warehouse ready to strike given my command.&nbsp; I sat and watched the warehouse from a top the hill north of the warehouse and as soon as the last van left we made our strike.&nbsp; Entering the warehouse without any alarms sounding, we began to load the spam into our truck.&nbsp; Operative number "8" pulled the wrong can from the pile of spam and a huge avalanche of spam consumed number 8.&nbsp; Hearing his blood curling screams we all watched in fear as he died, sure one of us couldve have helped him, but could we?&nbsp; With the truck of spam full we left the ware house but as soon as we pulled up the vans returned.&nbsp; Out of each van piled 20 ninjas, trained in japan.&nbsp; Me and my 5 remaings operatives began to kung fu fight the ninjas.&nbsp; Taking them out one by one began to make us tired, so we popped a cap in them.&nbsp; With caps popped, we jumped into our trucks and drove towards home base as we drove a giant banana appeared in the sky shooting banana peels into the road.&nbsp; Slipping on the banana peels our trucks skidded into the nearby twinkie factory.&nbsp; Covered in twinkies we sat terrorfied by our sight, 11 giant purple people eating octupuses.&nbsp; TO BE CONTINUEDhttp://www.xanga.com/i_cant_read0/133505405/item.html#firstcomment