Friday Fictioneers, here we go!
“I’m freakin’ Boba Fett, baby!
I’m the slam dance, cardiac arrest king of mofo, daddy-o! You can’t stop me.
I’m flyin’ through hyperspace on hyperbole. Diggin’ the fascinatin’ rhythm of life, distorting it, blowing it right out its own ASS, Freakman!
These roads are my personal vagina, Nerdsville. I slide up n’ down ‘em until we both blow our freakin’ tops – slamming them hard into submission, Johnny Paper Hat!
I am a freakin’ Man-God, you Douchsicles.”
“That’s all well and good, Mr. ‘Fett,’ but I’m still going to need to see your license and registration, please.”
Thought I should lighten up a bit. Happy Friday kids =)