<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352</id><updated>2011-09-01T09:07:20.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Iron Curtain</title><subtitle type='html'>About my life and ninjas and other crap</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-117559140830699295</id><published>2007-04-03T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:40:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MWHAHAHAH!!  I'm an Atheist NINJA!!!!</title><content type='html'>My dear friends I have been LOST! Lost in the forest of "What the fuck am I doing with myself"&lt;br /&gt;It's large forest with trees and smelly hippies and big arse insects that spit cold bolts of Poorness. Looks like this big arse fury bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bojordan.com/log/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/IMG_0860_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bojordan.com/log/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/IMG_0860_450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways since I got back to OZ basically I moved to WA for a job and well I got sharfted by him not paying me and then I hooked up with a girl from Melbourne so I moved there and then she shafted me and then Amex sharfted me cause I guess they like to arse fuck grown men who have no money so I when I got back to Brisbane I then got shafted out of my old job cause my boss became a paranoid steroid junkie and thought I was trying to destroy his crappy arse failing business. SO yeah I got shafted a lot and now I know what it feels like to be a 2 dollar ladyboy walking the streets of Bangkok in high heals, and I have to say it hurts,. It hurts like me trying to super devolve my species and lay a pine cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that crap I have to say I got my shit together and now I have a GREAT job making great money and jewelry for a GREAT boss called Steven Dibb. But wow I swear to god that fate had it in for me. It seemed every turn I took a group of gang bangers were waiting for me like these wankers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2172/2594/1600/398956/gang_bangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2172/2594/320/617606/gang_bangers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when did I get back in oz...ummm it was about 9 months ago and its only now I'm starting to really miss being there with my friends I made there but on the up side I have My family here and all my old friends back I just wish I could be rich and have everyone live in the same area. I miss the banff centre I miss my old bar job and I miss the lose women, the beer, the hockey, My friends, the friggin cold snow and me bitching about how crap banff was. I really did enjoy looking strait into my Canadian mates eyes and telling them how much there country blew. LOL man they use to get pissed LOL.... It's not my fault there country blows :D LOL Wow if they read this I'm gonna get more hate mail!. But that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm not lost anymore I have a purpose now, I finely turned a corner and have become an Atheist before I was an agnostic but no more. My fence sitting days are over and it's all come crashing down on me and now I know god its just superstitious BS. So now I'm trying to get active within the Skeptic and Atheist communities. I listen to a lot of pod casts now and my faves are The Infidel Guy and Skeptics guide to the galaxies. Both are great shows and I have even spoken with Regi (The Infidel Guy) and he is just a legend. That man inspires me big time. He touches many people with his show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I'm about to do is Get my Scuba Diving Instructors license :D How sweet will that be!!! Anyways I have no ninja stories for you today but as soon as I get pumped I'll write one :D maybe God Vs The Infidel Guy and some Ninjas!! IT WILL BE SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-117559140830699295?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/117559140830699295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=117559140830699295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/117559140830699295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/117559140830699295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2007/04/mwhahahah-im-atheist-ninja.html' title='MWHAHAHAH!!  I&apos;m an Atheist NINJA!!!!'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-115036701686186775</id><published>2006-06-15T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:54:47.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL YES I AM BACK! GO NINJA GO!</title><content type='html'>MWHAHAHAA I am fucking back thank fuck for that! Well fellow Ninjas it was a painful experience but one full of crazy Canadian women and blow jobs! All in all it was a blast but FUCK CANADA and FUCK THE COLD and FUCK THERE RATE OF PAY! LOL Sorry but I'm venting I need to I was sick of it LOL and now I'm back in beautiful OZ. Anyways what a ordeal I went though getting here it was like 26 hours of travel. I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it started with me sitting next to some old lady for god dam 20 something hours! WTF I pray every nite and like don't touch my self for like at least 5 hours just to please god yet he insists that I sit next to the most boring old bastards that are flying during any given day! So anyways this woman that I was sitting next 2 really wanted to have the isle east and I warned her that I get up a lot during flights so if she wanted peaceful sleep she mite want the window seat but she was like "GET BENT" at this I was like begins to sweat cause I was getting pissed at 3 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)She was old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)She was not hot or even cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)She did not listen to my logic which was infallible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)She talked about the most boring shit that it hurt my prostate gland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's 4 points not 3 like I had said so get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2172/2594/1600/127292/mean-grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2172/2594/200/867645/mean-grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her letting me take a pic of her mean old arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways like I said I get up a lot during flights to wizz, stab and pork hot babes, sometimes advrage babes. So every friggin time I had to wake this old tart up just to get past her and it was driving me nuts. I remember just sitting there trying to meditate about how I'm gonna wail on her arse if she forces me to wake her once more, she just lay there taunting me with her breathing and closed eyes. THOSE DAM CLOSED EYES we looking right into my soul and were touching my souls private areas and it was NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hour passed and she let out with mouse squeak fart and that was it not only did I have to wake her constantly I now had to take her fested essence into my noise and this was just not on. SO a basically axe kicked her in the face and the plain exploded.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2172/2594/1600/364969/03_08_05_plane_crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2172/2594/200/876957/03_08_05_plane_crash.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-115036701686186775?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/115036701686186775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=115036701686186775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/115036701686186775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/115036701686186775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-yes-i-am-back-go-ninja-go.html' title='HELL YES I AM BACK! GO NINJA GO!'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114633662248417976</id><published>2006-04-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:14:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING BLOGSPOT</title><content type='html'>Ok folks im still not able to add pics and its been over 2 weeks now. I'm really getting jacked with this so untill blogspot fucking fixes this im not making anymore new post. SORRY Oh yeah and I am now not comming back to OZ untill the 5th of June, yes there is a ninja story to go with the change but your not going to hear about it till I can friggin post pics!!!!!!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114633662248417976?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114633662248417976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114633662248417976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114633662248417976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114633662248417976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/04/fucking-blogspot.html' title='FUCKING BLOGSPOT'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114521606459885318</id><published>2006-04-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:44:02.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns don't kill people Chuck Norris kills people</title><content type='html'>Ok people the other day I met this awesome lady when I was out on the town and anyways later on we had this discussion and I told her the three truths that bind all of existence which was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chuck Norris doesn't sleep he waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guns don't kill people Chuck Norris kills people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) DON'T FUCK WITH CHUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see they are like the best ever truths, I mean when I heard of these truths I was so blown away and pumped up I tore my shirt off there on the spot and began to tear up my moms carpet. She got so pissed that me and dad had to ninja duel it out again but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this lady I met.......hmm wait lets call her Cowgirl Ninja cause she lives in Calgary which is like full of cowboys and cow girls. Anyways this Cowgirl Ninja said my truths sucked in fact this is what she said exactly and I quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what was I saying on the phone, oh yeah that it would be much better if it was something about someone other than chuck Norris, seriously dude, who gives a fuck about chuck Norris, really, anyways, guess I'll talk to you tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WTF!!!!!!! She had even said LUCY LIU is better than chuck!!!!!!! Oh man writing this is getting me so pissed and pumped I am gonna headbutt the next person I hear breathing. Ok so anyways I figured out the only way to tell who would win would be like if I sat in the corner and like meditated on Chuck Norris and like sent him my love all the way down to my pee pee and then imagined him fighting Lucy Liu and then I could write about my vision and tell you who won.&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I write it in like a movie script since they are both actors, well Chuck is a Hella ninja actor and Lucy Liu is a Pornstar/Diva/Hooker/Lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scene one:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is like standing out front of Ninja Dojo for Hooker Ninja's. Its like medieval Japanese style with like those crappy paper walls and stuff. Chuck is standing there out front like staring at the door way. This little blue bird flys down and like lands on Chucks shoulder and chirps a lot which is super annoying cause like Chuck has a hangover from the night before cause he was drinking is his trailer at the trailer park the night before and porking babes, he like looks at the bird and the bird explodes in like a puff of feathers. (that is how powerful chuck is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back ground music you can like hear this flute which is like super annoying as well cause its like all off key, this music is to get the audience as pissed as Chuck is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front of the house slides open and then the flute music goes crazy and the camera zooms up on chuck's eyes which are all squinty. Sitting the door way is Lucy and she is like all semi naked and Uber hot, so hot that like a squirrel in a near by tree sees her and cracks a massive boner and begins to crack nuts by whacking them with his boner.&lt;br /&gt;the camera zooms up on Lucy's mouth and then zooms up on each of her nipples and each time this happens the flute song like squeals. Chuck like slowly ties a bandana to his head then he like pulls out a guitar strapped to his back and like wails on his guitar to hard he pops a vein in his forrid and like blood spurts out, at his wailing a thousand ninja's come to chucks aid and like flip out and surround lucy.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy runs to the center of the room in the dojo and like twirls around in wonder woman style and then she like appears in a white kimono. and like pulls out a sword which has a hello kitty bobble hanging from the hilt.&lt;br /&gt;The flute music get crazy loud and like lucy then flips out and begins to slice and dice all the ninjas. Chuck just stands there out side and watches as she butches them all. Lucy is like standing in the middle of all these dead ninja's and then she strips off and is like wearing a white bikini.&lt;br /&gt;The camera then zooms quickly to chucks eyes and Lucy's mouth and then they pork on the front door steps. Later on that day Chuck and Lucy got married and lived in the trailer park and had like lots of children with mullet hair cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that was my vision, so I guess like chuck and lucy cant beat each other cause Chuck really wants to pork her and Lucy wants to live in Chucks trailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seriously writing in the way a 10 year old speaks seriously hurt my head I think I need a sleep and have a few stiff drinks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry don't have any pictures but this f-ing website is buggin so I cant upload any but I will add them at a later stage very soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114521606459885318?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114521606459885318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114521606459885318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114521606459885318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114521606459885318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/04/guns-dont-kill-people-chuck-norris.html' title='Guns don&apos;t kill people Chuck Norris kills people'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114443939497919250</id><published>2006-04-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:52:42.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Ninja is in the HOUSE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/ngb_j_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you Jesus, Allah, Buda I have finally found someone to take my dam money for a plane ticket. See the reason I have not been writing to you guys is because well I have been trying to buy a ticket with my Amex Card. I found out that well not everything is well in the land of Online Plane ticket purchases. For some Uber gay reason there are these online travel companies which wont except my god dam money cause my billing address on my AMEX card is obviously billed to my Australian address.&lt;br /&gt;Now WTF this pisses me so off. I could not believe a company didn't want my money so I rang the company to see what was the deal. I told this nice man over the phone why cant I use my credit card and he said "It's agents our policy" I said "well I new that already cause you wont except it I wanted to know WHY" and he said .................. ................ umm.............. .........................I'm not sure sure its just company policy" Now by this stage I was getting super pumped up and uber pissed. There was someone who was talking on the phone next to me and they saw how pumped up and pissed I was and they like cowered and hid under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/_40780768_hew4_getty_245x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/_40780768_hew4_getty_245x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like this pissed and pumped up!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I was like to this guy on the phone "Are you a racist, dose your company not like Australians?" Then I was like so pissed I ripped the phone handset off the wall and used them like nun-chucks and took out an old lady who like pressed the elevator button near me and I DIDN'T EVEN CARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I finally got my friggin ticket off a travel agency in Banff. These people will sell to Aussies.............Lucky for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/96913GlNK_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/96913GlNK_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only catch off this travel agency is I have to fly myself there, this is a promo pic from there travel brochure. I leave on May the 9th and I should arrive in Brisbane May 11th at 11 30 am :D and I guess then ill be going back to Jungle ninja mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/2998_oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/2998_oc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114443939497919250?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114443939497919250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114443939497919250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114443939497919250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114443939497919250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/04/jungle-ninja-is-in-house.html' title='Jungle Ninja is in the HOUSE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114409695921420919</id><published>2006-04-03T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:00:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Express and 1 Ninja Vs 101 Dobermans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/american-express-card-large.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/american-express-card-large.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO first off I'd like to thank my Mother for &lt;strong&gt;Encouraging&lt;/strong&gt; my father to activate my god dam new American Express card so I can buy my plane ticket with it and leave this f-ing place.&lt;br /&gt;You see my Father seems to find me having misery a kind of funny thing, and my friends by no means is this a new thing, this has been a burden I have carried with me all my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now I often get asked this question by a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Benjamin you are a way sweet Snow Ninja! How did you train yourself to be able to handle extreme weather conditions and dodge bullets and run so fast and still look dead sexy doing it"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must give credit were credit is due, it was because of my fathers cruelty when I was younger. You see when I lived at home I had my own bedroom then one day my FATHER decided that he needed an office and well I have 2 other sisters and I'll give you a guess as to who was the one who lost there room and was forced into a hut in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/hut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This pic was taken of my hut when a Jehovah whiteness came and visited. I upper cut him and proceeded to bash his nuts in with my bo-staff for a good half hour)&lt;br /&gt;that's right it was your truly. Now Even though I am a snow ninja it was not always so that I lived in the snow you see I grew up in the tropics of Queensland were we have extreme heat and humidity.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/doberman.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back then I was a jungle ninja. See in a hut were I come from it gets hot and I mean really really hot and you cant like sleep past 6 am before the hut heats up and you roast alive and spiders lay eggs in your mouth. Now because of this torture I now have the ability to withstand extreme weather conditions and I now sleep with my mouth closed so spiders can't get in. This cruelty is only one aspect of my fathers torture.&lt;br /&gt;His next stage of torture was to let his pack of wild Dobermans into the back yard as I had to get from my hut and into the house to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/doberman.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/doberman.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is one of my fathers dogs, it's name was little Lucifer. It hated me with an unholy passion and my father had taught it that the best meat on a human was to be found in the Arse, head of the penis, scrotum, armpit and throat. These soon became the dogs favorite areas to attack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my father would do is he would wait by the door in the back yard, he was waiting to see when I woke so he could put his morning amusement into action. The dogs would be circling my hut like a pack of sharks I would have to distract the dogs with a smoke bomb or a grenade and run like hell for the door before they could recover. It was because of this I learnt to run at the SPEED OF LIGHT. (The speed of light is like quicker than the Flash and Superman combined and that's really fast)&lt;br /&gt;As I would dash for the door my father would be standing at its entrance laughing hysterically and just as I was inches from the door my father would slide the glass door closed and laugh even louder. He would watch me as I was forced to turn and face his 101 Dobermans as they recovered form the smoke bomb and grenades. The dogs were sadistic as there master and they would all grab hold of different areas of my scrotum and drag me around the back yard by my balls for hours on end and at the same time they would be getting my clothes dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/bite2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/bite2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a pic of my father training a dog not to attack the arm but to go for the balls instead. He would wack them with a stick until they got it right)&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I would have to one day defeat my father and his dogs so to do this I thought I should train a pet of my own. One that was a natural enemy of the Dog ,one that had ninja like reflexes. An animal so cute that women would want to touch me because I owned such a cute pet......... I needed an assassin CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/Sniper_20kitten.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/Sniper_20kitten.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cat his name is Tinkle but don't be surprised by his cute looks he is a cold blooded killer. (This pic is of him taking out a pack of guard dogs for training purposes) He was able to kill my fathers dogs but in retaliation my father put a bomb under my hut and tired to explode me but I sensed it and diffused it and my father and I dueld it out while my cat killed some random Sunday church goers. He is now serving 25 years for 3 counts of first degree murder&lt;br /&gt;Mom made us stop fighting and cooked us chicken dinner which my dad tried to lace my food with rat poison. I ate it and lived cause thats just how tough I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/musashi2_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/musashi2_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is father and I dueling it out ninja style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog was brought to you by the Save the Kitten foundation: BECAUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY TIME YOU MASTURBATE A NINJA CHOPS THE HEAD OFF A KITTEN AND DOSEN'T EVEN CARE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/godkills.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/godkills.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE THINK OF THE KITTENS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114409695921420919?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114409695921420919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114409695921420919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114409695921420919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114409695921420919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-express-and-1-ninja-vs-101.html' title='American Express and 1 Ninja Vs 101 Dobermans'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114392461020343175</id><published>2006-04-01T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:50:10.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh Today I wean myself off CAFFEINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/menu_diet_coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/menu_diet_coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I had a shitty morning and I blew my top. Soooooooooooooooooooooo it's time for this little ninja to give up the caffeine. I feel like I need to rid my self of some unwanted chemicals in my body. Last night at work was dead slow to and all I drank was diet coke. So I was kinda wired and woke up kinda wired and kinda went off at my fellow Snow Ninja Shawn and he was like "YOUR MOMMA"&lt;br /&gt;Which was fair enough. So to make ninja style up we went out into the forest and stalked random people in that ninja way we do things. And then this kid sneezed so I upper cut him while Shawn slapped either side of his arse cheeks so hard that he actually made the atoms that lined the kids arse ckeek split. Which as you well know causes an atomic explosion. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/ArtilleryShell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/ArtilleryShell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was WAS SWEET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114392461020343175?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114392461020343175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114392461020343175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114392461020343175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114392461020343175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/04/ugh-today-i-wean-myself-off-caffeine.html' title='Ugh Today I wean myself off CAFFEINE'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114384198055808198</id><published>2006-03-31T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:51:01.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Snow Ninja's Vs Japanese English Student Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/m4247323-4669.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/m4247323-4669.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK first off I would like to thank the Gentlemen in the leadership group I served last night. They were great fun and tipped me VERY VERY WELL!&lt;br /&gt;With this new money I shall now be able to buy lots of new Ninja gear or a plane ticket home. Not sure which yet. Now here at my work we get all kinds of people in the conferences that come here, some are cool and yet some are so lame it makes me want to make love to a cheese grater.&lt;br /&gt;Some are very giving and yet some are so tight that if I shoved coal up there arse it would come out as diamonds or maybe I'd just get poo covered coal. Now some of our guests are quiet and undemanding and yet some like the picture above are a pack of freaking annoying pack of Teenage Japanese English Students who are all wanna be Triad gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;Now my story begins one morning as I'm leaving my staff accommodation to go to Sunshine Village Ski resort so I can practice my Snowboarding Ninja ways when as I walk down to the staff cafe, to get breakfast before I leave, I heard the faint murmuring of my most hated Enemy next to Pirates. I HEAR TEENAGERS!!! Lots of teenagers talking crap, but something was very wrong, it was crap I could not understand it was in JAPANEESEY. As I walked down the stars I was engulfed by a wave of them, there were hundreds of them and all were armed with Hello Kitty diary's and I-Pods. I ran through he crowed screaming with total terror as I was swarmed by them as they made there way to the Buffet to get Eggs and Bacon. I was getting stuck in the crowed of them, I could feel the unholy essence of Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/K-NY02348_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/K-NY02348_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the touch of this unholy essence I could feel my ninja training kick into gear and I cracked a BONER but this boner was mean and it was black and it wanted DEATH TO ALL. SO I took my snowboarded and began to wave it around in a fury and the Jap Teens began to get sliced in half and I was like spinning around like a friggin magic bullet dicer on those infomercial you see like when you come home late at night after a night with your friend's mom. So anyways I then decided to like get the fuck out of there cause I was slipping on blood and eggs and bacon. So I like jump into the air and flew over the crowed and down the corridor then landed on the other side and like stood down the end of a corridor and looked at them. They stood there at the other end and like gave me the eye. NO ONE GIVES ME THE EYE!&lt;br /&gt;So seeing so many I thought that I could use some help so I made a secret whistle sound and like before I knew it I saw Shawn explode through the wall next to me and he stood at my side armed with a pair of Drum Sticks. I was like "Shawn WTF your a West Side Ninja your only meant to play with a Triangle or a Piccolo or a Tambourine." and Shawn was like "Your MOMMA" and I was like so blown away with his Tibbenten logic that I wet my self. THAT IS HOW DEEP SHAWN IS! He makes like Einstein look like a spaz. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/Ninja_press_300dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/Ninja_press_300dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Me and Shawn as I take out my Guitar and we prepare our selves to wail on these Jap Students. So we stand there like in a showdown and this like pump up music begins to play in the background. The students at the other end begin to like yell waving there hello kitty diary's in the air and the others like begin to put on the I-pods and then like break out in doing the Robot. Shawn and I stood there and we matched there robot dancing by me and Shawn linking hands and we did the wave.&lt;br /&gt;The Students saw our defiance and were like getting really pissed so they started pulling out the pages of there hello kitty diary's and they were throwing them at us like ninja stars and they were like giving us WAY BAD paper cuts. I was like "OOOOWWWWWWWw that hurts" and Shawn was like screaming "YOUR MOMMA" and then like some of the students who were to dumb to understand his logic, had there heads explode and the other halved passed wind. With a huge battle cry the students charged down the corridor at us and like a pack of wild poodle's. I wailed on my guitar like a hair metal band from the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn swung his drum sticks around like he was having convolutions and was like popping peoples eyes out. My guitar solo was so good like the devil heard me and was like "By the horns of a Vikings helmet! That is some sweet tunes" He was so impressed with my wailing that he possessed me and made me so uber that Shawn was like touching himself in between popping student eyes. This is me transforming into Uber Snow NINJA from HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/art1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/art1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "HELL YEAH" and with that I began to bite the heads of the students and then Shawn did his hands so the looked like pistols and began to shoot bolts of hot love into there eyes. They all died horribly and we like did the moon walk in celebration and the robot and then some Hot Babe Pirates that Shawn had met in a brothel came to us and we porked on the Buffet line....................................hmmm I may be stretching the truth a little but well there were just like a lot of students here, they were very polite and really wanted to sleep with there hot teacher but it was hard to walk through them but I did and got some breakfast and juice.............I hate hello kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/DSC03086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/DSC03086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/DSC03088.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/DSC03088.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114384198055808198?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114384198055808198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114384198055808198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114384198055808198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114384198055808198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-snow-ninjas-vs-japanese-english.html' title='2 Snow Ninja&apos;s Vs Japanese English Student Gang'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114375354751308473</id><published>2006-03-30T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:10:53.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin Tight Arse  WEATHER MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/canadianmoneyinatincan-image164998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/canadianmoneyinatincan-image164998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK see this pic this pic is of a tip jar. kinda looks like my tip jar but the biggest difference this week is take out the notes and put in a few rolls of 1 cent Canadian pennies and a couple of 10 cent Euro coins.&lt;br /&gt;Now people I'm not a greedy man by anymeans but I tell you the next European Weather man who is a conference guest were I work is gonna get my Boot fairly lodged up his arse if he gives me another god dam penny for a tip. IF your that broke don't tip in fact if your that BROKE just don't fucking go out at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that really pisses me off is WTF am I supposed to do with two 10 cent Euro coins. Its not like I can cash them in or anything. You mite as well be throwing in bottle caps in my jar cause there with about the same.&lt;br /&gt;what's even worse about these bastards is there are several of them that are RUDE wankers. So rude in fact that a fellow bartender wants to give away his shift for this group cause he tells me the last bar he did for them he got the feeling that they were treating him as a piece of crap cause of his color. I told my fellow co-worker that it has nothing to do with his race as they treat EVERYONE like a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;This one tight bastard wanted to know how much he would have been charged for his wine if he had paid for his drink after happy hour. So at this question I was completely over his tight arseness, I take the wine back off him I had just handed him then proceeded to tea bag his glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tea Bagging is were you take your scrotum and dunk them into an object, usually some girl you picked up or your girlfriend but it can also be done to a crack whore, a pet dog or a beverage but I recommend you not do it with a hot beverage as minor burns are a nasty side effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am tea baggin his wine then I leap onto the bar and force the wine down his mouth. Then his fellow weather men see what I'm doing to him and they are like What The Fuck and started to throw poisoned edged pennies at me and I was like Yeah right and I caught them all in my tip jar and hurled the jar to one of the weather men's head and it exploded his head with a splooshing sound.&lt;br /&gt;Then the other two men that were left I then pulled out a ninja sword and proceeded to slice them apart into tiny bits then I fed the bits of them to chipmunks. I then wailed on my guitar so loud that everyone got an erection, even the women! And then the chipmunks exploded making a squeaking sound.............Fucking weather men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/more-hints-at-ps3-ninja-gaiden-20050725001109440.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/more-hints-at-ps3-ninja-gaiden-20050725001109440.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114375354751308473?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114375354751308473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114375354751308473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114375354751308473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114375354751308473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/03/friggin-tight-arse-weather-men.html' title='Friggin Tight Arse  WEATHER MEN'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114366767175433047</id><published>2006-03-29T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:42:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD DAM YOU HOO DOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/Banff4009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/Banff4009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting in my staff dining room just eating the same old crap and talking the same old smack to all my mates and I get this invite off some Frenchies (French Canadians) to go out and have some drinks down at Hoo Doo nite club so ummed and ahhed for awhile then I said WTF why not but I felt this little seed of foreboding in the pit of my stomach but I promtly let out a squeaky fart and that little feeling left. So anyways the nite drifts on and I'm in my bedroom with my mates Shawn and Matt drinking Kokanee Beer, they are fellow snow ninja's, and I start getting the buzz so we head out to a place called Mellissa's, it's a kind of puby eaty sort of place.&lt;br /&gt;So we walk to the top of the stairs and a chain is drawn across half way so it blocked us off but there was no bouncer there he was further in watching the people in the pub. So I jump the frence and tap him on the shoulder and said is it all right if we come in and his reply was "get back behind the fuckin chain asshole" Now at this comment I was fully ready to unleash the inner snow ninja across the back of his head but anyways as much as I feel violent I rarely ever get that way, So I turn around and jump back over the chain and wait......................And wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;Now this pub isn't even full so I assume he was just trying to some how teach me a lesson BUT little did he know me being a ninja I can like stand one footed on a power line balancing and wail on a guitar like Hendrix for like a 1000 years. So eventually the short tubby FUCKtard of a bouncer decides to let us in and then this asshole askes for my ID. I mean WTF is with that IM FRIGGIN 30 and haven't been asked to show my idea for years.&lt;br /&gt;So once again he throws a final dig at me so I raise my hands in the air and ROAR and then I pulled out my hidden dagger and pierced both of his nuts and then wailed REALLY REALLY hard on my guitar, I wailed so hard I popped a vein in my forrid and Matt and Shawn were caught in my aura which made them HOT by association and then they porked some babes on the bar.........Oh wait that didn't happen he looked at my ID and let me in. (oooooooh THAT FUCKING FUCKER)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Mellissa's sucked, the only reason we had to go there was Shawn wanted to try and pork some chick there he had met at a bus station. He didn't find her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we left and went on down to the Hoo Doo and well it was so packed it was just crazy. I drank 2 beers there and well over the period of an hour I was there I think I only drunk about half out of each glass as I was getting budged so often that beer was just flying out of my glass. THIS was the final straw for me I was bloody OVER it so was Matty so we left. I find out later on off Shawn that he went out side to meditate and have a smoke and the GOD dam bouncer there wouldn't let him back in side unless he paid him 5 Bucks. Shawn had the stamp on his hands and had already paid 5 bucks to the lady inside the booth. This prick just wanted to make himself 5 bucks..............................God im over Banff can't wait to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shawn in his West Side Snow NINJA Mode, Notice he wears the X ring this is a sub branch of Ninjas that have laid down there Guitars and now play the Triangle, piccolo and tambourine.  West Side Snow Ninjas come from Tibbet and can shoot bolts of Hot Love and Daisy chains out from there fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/DSC03086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114366767175433047?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114366767175433047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114366767175433047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114366767175433047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114366767175433047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-dam-you-hoo-doo.html' title='GOD DAM YOU HOO DOO!!!'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114358743419235192</id><published>2006-03-28T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:10:34.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned 30 but I still have all my  Ninja powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/Banff4008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/Banff4008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK this is my last post today as I'm now getting dirty looks off the staff that run this place that I'm using there computer at. I have a confession while I was in Canada I Turned 30!!!!!!! OMFG!! But to be honest its kinda sweet I feel the same and this age thing we do by putting a friggin number onto a journey through life is kinda silly I mean WTF is 30 and what is 29, all I can tell is as the number in your life gets higher you seem to understand life a bit better and that seems to be about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this is me getting drunk with some mates that I work with. The pub I'm in is the Banff Center Pub called Props Pub it's also my place of work. Yes you guessed it I'm ANOTHER AUSSIE BARTENDER. The only reason I'm doing it though is cause in this crazy place I call Canada people feel the need to give me a dollar or  sometimes even more every time they buy a drink from me. YAY ME. Oh this look of intense concentration I have on my face is because I'm trying to blow a persons mind with my NINJA mind powers or I'm getting punchy drunk cause some bastard just took half of my jug of beer, im not sure wich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114358743419235192?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114358743419235192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114358743419235192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114358743419235192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114358743419235192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/03/turned-30-but-i-still-have-all-my.html' title='Turned 30 but I still have all my  Ninja powers'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114358627052960406</id><published>2006-03-28T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:51:10.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning WTF a blog is and Snow NINJAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/DSC03088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/320/DSC03088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet i have now learnt WTF a blog is and now i have also learnt how to upload images!!!!!!!!!!! Friggin SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET. Wooooa im getting kinda pumped. I need to calm down a little. BTW when the Slopes get to -20 degrees i break out into full Snow Ninja mode as you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114358627052960406?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114358627052960406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114358627052960406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114358627052960406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114358627052960406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/03/learning-wtf-blog-is-and-snow-ninjas.html' title='Learning WTF a blog is and Snow NINJAS'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24931352.post-114358244072243642</id><published>2006-03-28T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:20:56.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/200/1.0.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2172/2594/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boys and girls this is my first blog. I'm still not even sure WTF is a blog but well I have one now. I have been living in the Canadian Rockies now for about a year and well its boring the tits off me. I mean don't get me wrong the snowboarding with broken ribs is great and so is the drinking and the tarty women but to tell you the truth after a year of it ya kinda get the shits with it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to come back home and get a plan together put into action a few plans I have on the go. One of these plans is to go back home and get my mate Krisy G to explain to me WTF is a blog as his website made me get one some how after I pressed some buttons randomly then got frustrated and palmed the key board ninja style. BTW I think ninjas are SWEET!. hmm wait a sec I need to see if this message I'm writing is working I mean I don't want to be writing this crap to find out it didn't even work. That would make me so pumped id take out the chipmunk that is scampering out my window right now with a pair of nun-chucks. Ok I'm gonna test it be right back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24931352-114358244072243642?l=the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/feeds/114358244072243642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24931352&amp;postID=114358244072243642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114358244072243642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24931352/posts/default/114358244072243642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-iron-curtain.blogspot.com/2006/03/craziness-in-canada.html' title='Craziness in Canada'/><author><name>Baron Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02688492182458663418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.askaninja.com/system/files/images/got_ninja.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
