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Wax On. Wax Off. Simple As That.

Mr. Lobo tells of our Karate match:   Oh, It's ON. No, Wait ... It's Off Again.

"As I stare up at the roof of the ambulance, I suppose there were a lot of reasons not to except a challenge from LuciaGirl.

First of all, from the locker room to the cage in the center of Madison Square Garden was a really long walk. In retrospect, this was part of her strategy I'm sure: by the time she was gluing the broken glass shards and razorwire to her gloves I was already winded.

I don't really remember much after that ... just a lot of fuzzy images of her staring down at me going, "How do you like me now?" [foot to head] "How do you like me now?" [fist to appendix] and "Quit crying, you sissy!" [appendix to face] ... then there was a whole lot of screaming and begging, mercifully followed by confetti and Hannah Montana songs."

LuciaGirl say: "Ahhh, Lobo San. You fought well, grasshopper.  You fine warrior but much better writer.  I look foward to our next mighty battle.  But...for now...I recommend putting on a bag of frozen peas 'cause your face looks like a pizza!"

See how I got into this mess in the first place...

(For more of Mr. Lobo's fantastical (is that a real word?) writing see PredatorPress.com for grownups only.)

Miss MaggieMoo and Mario Lopez Cheer Up Some Kids

Mario Lopez teams up with Miss MaggieMoo – the mascot of the MaggieMoo Treatery – to spread some love Tuesday with patients in the pediatric ward at the Santa Monica UCLA Medical Center and Orthopaedic Hospital.

They were spreading the love while walking through the pediatric department, knocking on doors and putting smiles on the patient's faces. The tasty ice cream cupcakes, Miss Maggie Moo dolls and room visits by Maggie and Mario gave the patients a moment to forget their pain, have a treat and make a memory.

And You Wonder Where I Get My Wisecracks From.

Here I am minding my own business, trying to survive these early math classes and next thing you know I have a Tae Kwan Do Death Match with some guy name LOBO.  Turns out a certain grownup relative of mine went and challenged this guy and now I have to fight him!

This is how it all started: Mr. LOBO says becoming an official honorary White Belt (what the heck does that mean) in karate has improved his self-image.  "When you are a trained killing machine -a living weapon- you walk a little taller.  With more confidence."

He says he does understand that karate is a strict discipline. "It is for self defense ... not beating up some guy that looks at you weird at the gas station.  Violence is always the last resort."

Okay, sounds like Mr. LOBO understands one of the basic principles of martial arts, which is to use common sense before self defense.

But then he says, "...just so I ain't gotta rip the neck off of some smack-talkin' punk blissfully ignorant of my killing prowess, I wear my karate pajamas everywhere.  As a warning.

... and I gotta tell you, these are way more effective than my Batman pajamas ever were."

The End

(Wow, this guy needs to come to Ms. Lattanzio's English class.)

So does this Kooky old lady who says she's related to me congratulate him?
Oh nooooooo.  She challenges him by making believe she's me and says:

"Okay, that's it! You, in the Batman jammies, outside, now. I'm gonna get all Hong Kong Phooey on your arse.  I have my yellow belt now.  Don't let the Lil' Mermaid nightgown fool you."

Can you believe this?  If I survive I'll let you guys know how it goes.

Pink-a-licious!

Wow! This is the prettiest car I've ever seen in my whole entire life!  Pink, small - my kind of car.  When I grow up and get my driver's license
(if I learn to ride my bike first) it's all mine. Mwahahaha.