don't sleep on the new star wars

[Diode]

#dirtreviews

[Batty]

Originally Posted by Diode

Han used a light saber

Also, Rey is Luke's daughter

Han cut a dead space goat up with a lightsaber, he didn't cut Darth Maul in half lolololol.

[Diode]

Originally Posted by Batty

Han cut a dead space goat up with a lightsaber, he didn't cut Darth Maul in half lolololol.

Ijs anyone who is a friend of the force even if not a Jedi seems to be able to use one

[Batty]

I'm sure an average nigga could light a Newport with a lightsaber, I'm just saying this Ren dude is clearly trained and shouldn't be getting schooled by newbs lol.

[veritas]

Don't sweat him Roy, it's just the steak of loneliness talking.

[Diode]

http://io9.gizmodo.com/33-questions-...-wa-1748953034

everything answered for the most part.

[Flow]

Just seen it. Was awful

[Ghost1]

3 pages of Roy an veritas, cringe.

[veritas]

Your mother hates you.

[Destroyer]

lol if flo real hated it it's safe to say it was spectacular
dude is the legit worst voter on here

[veritas]

Let's go back to anthony throwing shade....Anthony will you apologize?

[Allen Knight]

Originally Posted by Batty

Lolololol drive your remote control bb8 into ur butthole.

If you're a legit fan of Star Wars, you already know random niggas don't just pick up lightsabers and fuck up Sith. You gotta train and shit tho.

yea thats the one part that made me go wtf tbh.

almost ruined me liking the whole movie, till the end....that made up for it.

[Batty]

Originally Posted by Bags

3 pages of Roy an veritas, cringe.

Fr???How you gone do your boy like that tho, Bagsworth

I saw you was one of the xwing pilots in this jump, so imma let you make it tho.

Repped.

[Ghost1]

I like u batty. On ur own. Veritas...on his own can be good also....

But u know when u mix to really awesome things.... (well...when u mix an acne riddled man child w a bald trekkie in this case) and things just don't work out as well as ud of originally assumed?

Nahmean?

[veritas]

apologize to your elders.

[Batty]

Originally Posted by Bags

I like u batty. On ur own. Veritas...on his own can be good also....

But u know when u mix to really awesome things.... (well...when u mix an acne riddled man child w a bald trekkie in this case) and things just don't work out as well as ud of originally assumed?

Nahmean?

I can not argue with this.

Me and V were in a psychology meeting once and ate all of the donuts. True story.

[veritas]

The cat ladies were mad pissed. Ole sassy tye duck like no they didnt.

At any rate.....Anthony yoy need to apologize for your hurtful words. Not because they hurt us, but because they shamed you.

[veritas]

i found this on my computer Anthony. Thought I would share bro


Anthony Colavito, aged 29 years old had finally realized it. He was going to die. His death would not be heroic, or meteoric, nay even memorable. Anthony knew he would die alone, miserable and afraid. This epiphany was realized as Anthony pushed his 2001 brown Pontiac Sunfire through yet another Harrisburg rush hour. Work had sucked today, and to be honest, work sucked every day. He had to deal with assholes all day long on the phones, and quite frankly, he had to take it. Sometimes he imagined that he was able to just say whatever he wanted to these people, these people in a figurative sense, because to Anthony these were sub-human dirt people who should all be sodomized and shot. Or at least tortured. Anthony would often look down at the phone and tune out. He would imagine stabbing voices, and then, as usual, when the voice on the other end got quiet he would say: “mmmhmm” and the voice would continue….As would Anthony.
The day that led to this rush hour revelation was filled with imaginary murders of subhumans and Anthony was feeling rather crunchy already as his Sunfire had to stop because the cars in front of him had decided to do their best parking lot impression. Anthony lit a Seneca up and rolled down the window. “Hope you niggaz sleep” by Notorious B.i.g feat. Cash Money was prominent, all tweeters, all 6X9’s. “I know you bitches know that I aint to be played with” Stated Turk emphatically. Anthony put on his sunglasses, as the sun was burning his face and increasing its oil output. Anthony looked to his left at the car next to him…and it started: The car to his left was a later model Honda Accord and the man was talking and the woman next to him was turned towards him on the seat. She was listening to him, and Anthony realized that she was a good woman and that he would never have that. Anthony exhaled smoke and looked to his right. He saw a woman driving a van and there were 3 kids bouncing around in the back and the dad was sitting shotgun laughing out loud. Anthony’s brow furrowed as he realized he would never have this either. Anthony looked in the rearview and saw a bald man wearing sun glasses with a beard in a champagne cadillac looking directly at him looking at him. A chill went down Anthony’s spine.
Anthony looked at the car in front of him, it was an older man, middle aged, grey just now touching his temples and he was smoking what looked like, from at this distance, to be a quality cigar and his nice suit seemed to respond willingly to the air moving around him as his convertible Benz stood still in the gridlock. Anthony thought again that he would never have that. He looked up into his rearview mirror and he saw the man smiling. “I WILL NEVER MATTER, TO ANYONE, TO MYSELF, TO HISTORY…I DON’T MATTER.” The voice rang through Anthony’s head and caused the sharpest pain, as if someone was trying to stick mechanical pencil lead directly into his urethra. Luckily the traffic started moving again and Anthony flicked his Seneca out and rode to his home. It started raining as soon as he pulled up to it.
…….

[Ghost1]

I'm pretty sure ur the only one that ever got anything out if that post.....esp since uve posted it repeatedly

8ve honestly never even read past the first couple sentences :/

U writing fan fiction about my life.......pull it together

[Hush]

Damn near 3 yrs later same shit from fat wife