SAND TUBA NO JUTSU.
Cree, River and hopefully Nicole and Krystal are coming over today after school and WOOT. Perhaps we shall watch Invader Zim!
I have one sentence for you:
If I were not a Narutard, pure and simple, I would not be sitting at my computer listening to "Best Friend" by Toybox. I mean...what the hell.
OH! Speaking of which, "You Spin Me Round" came on the radio yesterday at the grocery store! I almost split a lung laughing! Actually, what I did was drop ALL the glutin-free macaroni (don't ask) in my hands, go out into the middle of the aisle, and spin around with my arms open yelling "THREE HUNDRED SIXTY DEGREE VISION, OH YES!"
That rivals the time "Cold Hearted Snake" came on the intercom at Hastings...oh my god. I couldn't stand up. Matt had to ask me what was wrong. I replied that I'd be okay as long as "Mr. Sandman" didn't come on next.
Oh, and...
SAND TUBA NO JUTSU!
Okay, I've figured that ever since Shukaku got extracted, Gaara hasn't been sure what to do with his back. I mean, he's been used to lugging around a peanut the size of a small country on his back all his life. I'm surprised he hasn't hired a personal chiropractor.
So, anyway, now that the peanut's gone, what does he do with his back? He must feel really, really weird without something dragging him down in the back. I'm surprised he doesn't fall over.
Solution?
Gaara did the only thing left to do: Joined the Sunagakure All-Boys' Marching Band and learned to play the tuba.
His new ultimate defense attack: Blow into the tuba. Sand flies out and confuses the enemy.
This joke then extended into the fact that his tuba is haunted. He still can't sleep because whenever he tries to, the tuba will play of its own accord.
Poor pretty Kazekage boy. He must be tired of having unnecessarily large haunted apparatuses with him. And he needs some Z's.
I have one sentence for you:
If I were not a Narutard, pure and simple, I would not be sitting at my computer listening to "Best Friend" by Toybox. I mean...what the hell.
OH! Speaking of which, "You Spin Me Round" came on the radio yesterday at the grocery store! I almost split a lung laughing! Actually, what I did was drop ALL the glutin-free macaroni (don't ask) in my hands, go out into the middle of the aisle, and spin around with my arms open yelling "THREE HUNDRED SIXTY DEGREE VISION, OH YES!"
That rivals the time "Cold Hearted Snake" came on the intercom at Hastings...oh my god. I couldn't stand up. Matt had to ask me what was wrong. I replied that I'd be okay as long as "Mr. Sandman" didn't come on next.
Oh, and...
SAND TUBA NO JUTSU!
Okay, I've figured that ever since Shukaku got extracted, Gaara hasn't been sure what to do with his back. I mean, he's been used to lugging around a peanut the size of a small country on his back all his life. I'm surprised he hasn't hired a personal chiropractor.
So, anyway, now that the peanut's gone, what does he do with his back? He must feel really, really weird without something dragging him down in the back. I'm surprised he doesn't fall over.
Solution?
Gaara did the only thing left to do: Joined the Sunagakure All-Boys' Marching Band and learned to play the tuba.
His new ultimate defense attack: Blow into the tuba. Sand flies out and confuses the enemy.
This joke then extended into the fact that his tuba is haunted. He still can't sleep because whenever he tries to, the tuba will play of its own accord.
Poor pretty Kazekage boy. He must be tired of having unnecessarily large haunted apparatuses with him. And he needs some Z's.