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For whatever reason, I have it in my head that a White Russian will be the libation of choice for the New Year's Eve festivities tomorrow night.
I know I probably shouldn’t have turned my likeness over so readily, but Lensa produced some pretty good results.
By the time I got up and grabbed a paper towel to nab it, the hairy bastard disappeared.
I. Like. Droids.
I like tall droids, itty bitty droids
Outer Rim droids, inner city droids...