Here's the little green Jedi we all know and love. Just wanted to do something quick and fun and this is what came of it. Yoda's gotta be the cutest little muppet this side of Kalamazoo... but the last thing you want to do is cross him. Tick him off and he'll scowl and start flippin' around like a demon on drugs. Gotta love him.
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3 comments:
What is up, you crazy hooker. My name's Casey Spradling. I live in Cottonwood Heights, and I think you're such a retard. Sometimes I just sit naked in a barrel of used toilet seat covers and discarded tampons thinking how lucky I am to not be you. You are made of poo.
So, I suppose that'll do for the heckling session. Now for what I really feel. And this is a shared sentiment by many people who know you; we (me), they, feel you are going to work yourself into a stress induced, wiffle bat weilding, self-mutilating, regressive Darwinian, un-natural selection driven frenzy. I think you're stressed. I'll admit you sounded better today than you have the prior few times I'd talked with you, but my conclusion that something horrible had happened to you wasn't completely baseless. Reality: camping (good). Assumption: dead (much less good). Had I not been given any direction from your demeanor, such a thought wouldn't have entered my mind.
Enough preaching. The thing is, I met this girl. She's kind, coy, smart, understanding and oh yeah, she's wicked sexy. Anyway, I want you to meet her. You're kind of my consolidated peanut gallery. Let a nigga know what your doing. And for anyone else that might read this public blog post: this guy is the best artist I've ever known, seen, or punched blindfolded. That's really saying something, because I wander randomly into the best art schools in the world, blindfolded and swinging with total abondon.
K-bye-
Casey
Wow. Just Wow.
cool attitude!
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