Married to Superman

Thursday, February 02, 2006

You might be a Jedi redneck if...

Well good morning once again all you happy people in blogger land! I certainly hope that your week is going well!

TGIAF (A stands for almost) (G stands for Goodness as I won't take the lords name in vaine)

So nothing interesting has happened at all today! I have just been waiting for something to happen that I could blog about on my break but I got absolutely nothing...


You might be a Jedi redneck if...

Your Jedi robe is a camouflage color.
You have ever used your lightsaber to open a bottle of Jack Daniel's.
You think the best use of your lightsaber is picking your teeth.
There is a gun rack in the back of your landspeeder.
You can easily describe the taste of an Ewok... without using the word "chicken".
You can find no grammatical errors in the way Yoda talks.
A peaceful meditation session is one without gas.
You can levitate yourself using a force from within, but not THE force.
Your master ever said "My finger you will pull..hmmm?"
You have ever had an X-wing up on blocks in your yard.
The worst part of spending time on Dagobah is the dadgum skeeters.
Wookies are offended by your B.O.
You have ever used the force to get yourself another beer.
You have ever used the force in conjunction with fishing or bowling.
You think the symbol for the Rebel Alliance should be the Confederate flag.
More than half the droids you own don't function.
The number of blasters you own exceeds your I.Q.
You wonder why Luke and Leia gave up on getting married.
You don't like wearing a Jedi robe because it prevents access to the dip stored in your back pocket.
Sandpeople back down from your mama.
You've ever used Jedi mind control to talk your way out of a speeding ticket or DUI.
A Wookie has ever told you that you need to shave.
The Rancor monster refused to eat you.

Before Lucas...I wouldn't have understood any of that stuff...thank you Baby!

Well, that's all for now...

(I love you Lucas)

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