Thursday, July 12, 2012
"I Have To Go To Tashi Station And Pick Up Those Pooper Converters"
I haz a dumb thought. This being a blog, I feel as if I must share.
The Death Star, size of a small moon. Anywhere between 1000 and 100,000 guys, well, now, charred corpses, in white plastic armor, and a rapidly rotating cast of military leaders.
The Aluminum Falcon, somewhat smaller. The home to two ruffians IN SPACE. Smuggling, living the high life, space hookers and blackjack. Living on space beer and Astro-Quik-E-Mart burritos.
My thought? One word, read as a question.