Jill Y is a clever, manipulative daughter of a clever, manipulative mother and father. I don’t like to eat the crust on my sandwich but she tells me I’ll grow up big and strong and that she’ll wear the Princess Leia outfit, if I eat the crust so I always do, even though I don’t want to because it’s stupid. Sometimes I’m afraid to turn the light off at night but she always reads me a story and then wears the Princess Leia outfit so I always take the light bulb out and eat it. Last night’s story was about a couple who got married but I told Jill Y that I didn’t want to get married and then she showed me a picture of what my best men and I would look like and now I want to get married because the picture is cool:
Um … what are the storm troopers of the evil Empire doing at the wedding of Princess Leia, where I presume you would be Han Solo?
And who will give the Princess away, Darth Vader (since he is her father)?
Now they are all massively valid points and questions but I am Irish and that allows me the type of leeway that it doesn’t afford others!
I think “Eat the Light Bulb” could be the new catch phrase of 2014.
I like where this is going. Let’s see if we can put it in a sentence, somewhere.
“OMG, he/she was so hot! Like Eat the Light Bulb hot!!”
Bill Y’s future was so bright that he decided to eat the light bulb, there and then. Then he could’t see anything!
So, men can be bought if women just let them be Star Wars characters? I guess some men would love to be Jon Bon Jovi but that would never get you down the aisle. Who knew life was this simple?
Excuse the Y Don Don’s but did you just try to equate Star Wars with Jon Bon Jovi??????????????
I am so sorry bill Y. I did not mean to equate the two. I do know better! 🙂
That’s perfectly okay, Don Don’s but that is one strike! 😉