I find your lack of pants disturbing.
I sense one hell of a disturbance in the force.
please don't show me your lightsaber...please don't show me your lightsaber...please don't show me your lightsaber...
"Luke, I am your Father's gay lover, Richard"
Come to the dark side ... it's FABULOUS
Somehow the laboured breathing seems more understandable now.
A million voices cried out at once, and then the cops finally arrived.
Well, his daughter IS a princess. Guess the fact that he's a queen shouldn't be that surprising.
Oh this old thing? I picked up at the Darth Mall.
What has been foreseen cannot be unforeseen.
The Halloween tradition of dressing as either a favorite movie character or slut has come to a horrifying middle ground.
"Sir, Mr. Lucas is off his meds again, but we've located him."
You don't want to be the one he calls "Chewie".