The Balding Samurai

Let me preface, I studied all day before all of this happened:

1. I've never slip'n slid-ed before. It was awesome. Completely unhygienic; now I have tarp burn., but it awesome along with the mud fight. A brief fountain hopping and sun bathing followed suit.

2. We Red Pearled it for THREE HOURS. Now we smell like a Chinese chop house.

3. Made #xyz references to Braveheart. I ate half a gallon of ice cream as we viewed a thirty minute interlude of The Last Samurai.


I wondered to myself, "where are the Samurais now?" but then I realized that that WAS the LAST Samurai.

And then I wondered, if they stripped them of their pride by cutting off their pony-tail, what would they do to a balding Samurai, and how would a balding Samurai distinguish himself as being a Samurai in the first place? Would that make him less Samruain in his Samuraiteness? hmmm....

And then, as Tom Cruise was circled in the deserted town square, he reached into his coat pocket, and I swear these were his thoughts: "Gosh dangit, I left my Katana Samurai Sword in my other shirt's left pocket, how unfortunate." And then he pulls this whole Sherlock Holmes calculating the entire fight scene within half a second, sans gigantoric Samurai sword. And then the son epically dies.


Well, on that note...