Not that I’d want Mr. Lloyd doing that to me, but considering the kids are tied to a tree, that sounds like they got let off easy.
Not that I’d want Mr. Lloyd doing that to me, but considering the kids are tied to a tree, that sounds like they got let off easy.
Forget your protractor. You’ll find out.
Let me put it this way, do you think I would be going to Myrtle Beach and staying in a state park if I could afford to take a passenger squid?
Not if I can avoid it.
I can’t fly those distances! I’m not a passenger squid!
Do you expect me to fly all the way to Myrtle Beach from Indiana?
A lot of what is considered sci-fi is based on the premise that physical laws can be broken.
And stalagmites grow up from the ground.
BAT’LETHS ARE NOT SWORDS! THEY ARE KLINGON BLADE WEAPONS! TOTALLY DIFFERENT!
(Okay, they’re swords.)
Of course, they don’t say how long ago that is. I mean the 1920s kind of seems like a long time ago.
And all galaxies are far, far away.
Yeah. I’m in Indiana. We don’t have a lot of sporty douchebags, but we do have a lot of fat rednecks with goatees. And a lot of Salt Life decals.
I would almost put a “brackish” sticker in that font on my car. Almost.
You’ve just given someone an idea. Next step: a Babbage difference engine.
I went to Myrtle Beach once. I was super stressed out from my job and I had a deep need to see the ocean and it was the closest spot from where I was in terms of driving where I could see ocean.
What a shithole.
I’m glad I stayed in a tent in the state park and I hate camping.
All I know is that a lot of Star Wars fans accept convoluted explanations for what Han Solo could have meant by doing the Kessel Run in under 12 Parsecs rather than accept that he just meant “ship go very fast.” And at the same time not be concerned with how there could be the concept of a falcon a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
I don’t know if you’re brave or foolish, but either way, vaya con dios. The Star Wars fans are relentless.
You seem to be one of the few commenting so far.
Star Wars is fucked…
Oh you…