I was hanging out at a dive bar in Manhattan late last night (you know, a wretched hive of scum and villainy) when a girl came up to me. She said her name was Lucia Skytalker and asked if I knew a smuggler named Don Solo. I noticed the light saber on her belt and thought she was kidding. I laughed and said, "Your Jedi mind tricks won't work on me."
Next thing I knew it was 4:30 in the afternoon and I was on a bus in The Bronx.
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