From me e-mailing in sick:
My food and my stomach have agreed to a trial separation. Several in fact. With little to no warning to the rest of me.
From someone showing his wife Star Wars for the first time:
Obi Wan does an ad hoc amputation on the Ball-Chinian:
"I want one of those bad-ass sword things!"
3PO hits R2. Again.
"Were the gold robot and the trashcan dating at some point?"
She was very amused when R2 and 3PO were tossed out of the Cantina in Mos Eisley.
I'm looking forward to Empire, because She's taking Obi Wan's story about Vader betraying and murdering Anakin seriously.
That idea isn't worth the grain of salt it's written on.
Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
And every where that Mary went
The lamb was there
Watching...
Waiting...
Staring...
STOP JUDGING ME!
I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO THAT FARMER IN SOUTH DAKOTA!
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME!
Someone has issues with telemarketers who violate the Federal Do Not Call List:
"Fuck that. Hunt them down. Burn the building. Kill their families. Send them into hiding, living under railroad tressles, wondering if each breath will be their last."
So, watching violence on TV desensitizes us to violence but watching porn turns us into mad rapist sex fiends?
How do I love thee?
Let me count the positions...
I realized what makes Obama so appealing... "Barack Obama" is a totally fake Star Wars name.
"President Obama has a message for Captain Antilles. Inform him Bail Organa and Obi-Wan Kenobi require his assistance at once."
ME: How much [of the] test did you get done?
TB: I finished all of it, though my last answer was pretty lame.
ME: Was the last question "What do you call a show pony that breaks it's leg?"
It's like this: on one side you have facts, on the other you have Fox.
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