Saturday, August 2, 2014

For Sale. This domain is for sale for $9,000 USD purchased via PayPal

For Sale. This domain is for sale for $9,000 USD purchased via PayPal

I may keep going I may not. I need to transfer the pagers from my tablet over here. Maybe all my dreams will come true and I find a buyer (not post here, them may change soon)

Prolly want to go to the contact page for an inquiry about buying this thingl

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Roninbynny goes postal and start his Blog

Day one of new journal:
   Three Things you should know about me. I am a Ninja, a Talking Bunny and I know there is no such thing as either.
   Thousands of years about in some far away place, no really, it was here, than back in time 50 thousand years then now.
   I started out life as a bodyguard. By started out life, I mean sort of came to when the aliens dropped Cornucopia machines ( a machine that will build anything anyone can dream up. - Super smart aliens dropped them out of the sky for everyone on all the planets we talk too - that's a lot of people and a lot of theologies to mess will, and it got messy. They didn't think about the, the alines didn't care, and said enjoy. Oh and two things, Don't travel out of your light cone and don't go back in time. Some planet tried is once and it vanished, like poof, 3 days after they told everyone else what they were planning) Oh me. Bodyguarding, check. The royal Prince of whatever he was prince of (dead of course for 300-400 years and he never told me, no time really, we ran a lot those early years. I have a hard time remembering the early days so I had better get it down before someone proves with prejudice that I can be killed.) He needed a bodyguard - *poof* There I was. Now I am a Ronin and still a  very hard to kill boucin' sentient biotech bunny. Bouncin' bunny". Dang that's funny, my Irish da would have though that was macabre; later on. Not when I was little, I imagine that's common thing to be called if you are a  little bunny, not creative at all. But a grown up bunny? That's messed up. I am messed up, I don't even have a dad. Most of the time after "my work here is done, where's my check" it looks like a heard of evil bunnies went by. That's why on the street then call me "Bouncing' Bunnies" becasue there must be more than one of me.