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I am bitter about people who burn jawas underwear before opening bottles of salsa with forks to eat durnis without washing Bantha's Butts to grab groins of woman however it's wise to Ask your Mom if Dad's viagra was tainted goats urine because Mom sorta felt like this might cause uncontrollable swelling in the neighbouring extremities so don't stare at your mother's cupa coffee when barbequing mexican rebels who once launched imperial sausage over Bestine starport at noon with jawa poo-doo smugglers. What would three brackasetts resemble if Vader cooked bile-soaked Jar-Jar in their pre-nerfed hides rotissrie-style on funeral Tuesdays? I jiggle my Tool CD along when gary busey stops brushing nick nolte's pancreas and sips seductively on Carrie Fisher's liver and onions while watching Lando suffocate on Hoth's temporary atmosphere.

What would happen when Han's spleen left the ewok's savage rave and vomited smuggler revamp proposals while filthy developers wisely drank bio-engineered Sarlaac puss from Jabba's STD's? Who dropped Lando's sisters weave in washer full of Jam and butter? Meanwhile Mara elongated C-3po's Hydrospanner because the poor ewok ate nine frolicking durnis girlscout cookies. Then Boba Fett pranced clumsily towards a strumpet weaving baskets out of fragments from boiled twi'lek lekku that smelled like old socks. "Who is playing with my Lungs so frivolously? YT1300s fly casually through asteroids unless inept pilots fart gumballs profusely. Skippy, the wonder-pup decided to smuggle lightsabers for Gary Coleman because we can't. Supersize quenkers are cuddly if you flamebroil five synthsteaks over an open butthole.