Welcome to Funkytown. Wipe that goat shit smirk off your face, smoke my pole and don't forget to keep your arms and legs inside the bucket at all times.
There are three (count 'em one, two, THREE!) prerequesites to being a ninja clam. ONE: your spirits gosta be fueled by the Feevah Feev TWO: a storage space filled with flair. ex: blinking things, crystal wands or grenades, marshmellow blowguns, or a pirate hat aRRRgHH. THREEEEE: a comic super hero alter-ego. (to assume your identity email a picture of yourself to Lindsay@LindsayCelaya.com)
FAQ's:
ONE: does anyone have a pen or a lighter?
In order to be a disco clam funk blah blah blah you must be capable of hoarding your own bananas (and possibly others). Prizes will be awarded to the fellow ninja with the largest hoard of lighters and pens. DISCO!
TWO: Have have have have have you seen my battie?

THREE: How do I assume the divine wisdom of the clams?
Once an official member Captain Planet will contact you with further instructions, this message will self destruct in 30 seconds.

FOUR: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Sponge Bob Square Pants.

FIVE: Who has mad sex appeal?
Jim Morrison, people who may appeal to you as sexy, and yes of course...your mother.

SIX: Doesnt everyone want to join your clam?
Why yes....yes.

SEVEN: Who is a destructive, inconsiderate, clap having ass clown, with balding moral fiber , lack of descency, and no general respect overall???
THE KOOL-AID GUY!!!!!!bum...

http://tribes.tribe.net/ninjaclams