This is last photo I have of my ninjas. If you run into them, can you please contact me on Capester? I know it's a little blurry, but if you look closely you'll see them behind the white wall.

Where are my ninjas? I mean, seriously. I need to know. There’s cleaning that needs to be done. I don’t mean AAA Cleaning cleaning. Although keeping up with even the little wrok that has been coming in since Ronin Force sued me for trademark infringement has been driving me batty!

No, I’m talking about my home. It’s in dire need of cleaning. I’ve been far too busy with planning events and categorizing Euchre cards to give the place the scrubbing it needs. I think I’ve managed to figure out the cards’ connection to Captain Euchre’s intestinal tract. For one thing, no matter what card you use, don’t feed him turkey stuffing mailed to me by my American super pen pal The Free Marketeer … He doesn’t understand that Thanksgiving happened last month.

If I can find the rest of his Euchre deck, maybe he’d be less gassy. But I have no one to delegate that task to…  except for maybe The Plumber. But surely I’m not that desperate…

I know! I could hire another cleaning company to fix up my place and then go look for more of Euchre’s cards. Then again most charge at least $20/hour. Who can afford to hire cleaners in this economy? Man, my ninjas were so much cheaper. They worked for miso soup.

Seriously, soup… I mean, sure, it’s tasty. But you can’t have it every day. The salt content is so high I’m surprised none of them have hypertension.

Maybe I should check some hospitals…