If you can geek out harder than this - I'd like to see it. How about the hot women? I'm guessing they're thinking not so much.
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This item has Ewoks on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 Death Stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the force ran through me. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my speeder to the Mos Eisley Cantina with the shirt on and was immediately approached by sexy Twi’leks. The women knew from the Ewoks on my shirt that I, like a furry little creature, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at Imperial Walkers' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The Twi’leks that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called Daeth Stix(?). I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with an Ewok-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I had just put this shirt on when I picked up my calculator and randomly entered an impossible equation only to find that I had inadvertently solved Fermat's last theorem. Afterwards, to celebrate, I went to the local watering hole where no less than 15 virgin contortionists were stopping for a drink before appearing in a lingerie show. They asked me along, no doubt in awe of my fashion savvy, so that I could help them into and out of their matching see-through g-strings and pasties. After the performance, they asked me back to their place so they could seal their pact to deflower themselves when they found the most impressive display of virility in the world. As we drove there, we paused next to a limousine housing the Dos Equis guy; He rolled down his window and leaned out, proclaiming to the world that he found me to be more interesting than himself. I would buy this shirt again. A+++
If you can geek out harder than this - I'd like to see it.
2 comments:
This item has Ewoks on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 Death Stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the force ran through me. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my speeder to the Mos Eisley Cantina with the shirt on and was immediately approached by sexy Twi’leks. The women knew from the Ewoks on my shirt that I, like a furry little creature, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at Imperial Walkers' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The Twi’leks that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called Daeth Stix(?). I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with an Ewok-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I had just put this shirt on when I picked up my calculator and randomly entered an impossible equation only to find that I had inadvertently solved Fermat's last theorem. Afterwards, to celebrate, I went to the local watering hole where no less than 15 virgin contortionists were stopping for a drink before appearing in a lingerie show. They asked me along, no doubt in awe of my fashion savvy, so that I could help them into and out of their matching see-through g-strings and pasties. After the performance, they asked me back to their place so they could seal their pact to deflower themselves when they found the most impressive display of virility in the world. As we drove there, we paused next to a limousine housing the Dos Equis guy; He rolled down his window and leaned out, proclaiming to the world that he found me to be more interesting than himself. I would buy this shirt again. A+++
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